Can someone please put a sledgehammer through my biological clock and break it up into itsy bitsy splinters I can use for kindling.
It is driving me mad constantly muffling it. Pushing me to go places too quickly. Making me want to jump into relationships when I'm not ready, be it with either STBXW or some other poor unsuspecting soul that will just get damaged by my emotional turmoil.
Aaaaarrrrggggghhhhh.
Reality is that which, if you don't believe in it, doesn't go away.
