This must be the season of ghosts of boyfriends/ dates past. Why is everybody and I mean everybody popping out from the woodwork after bd?

Is the universe trying to send me a message?

Not receiving the message very well. Most were nice. Some were meh.

But I swear none of them were harmed in the making of the drama that is my life. Except for maybe 1 or 2. And even then I did my best to let them down gently.

Creepy.

You can call me Dory/ Grl.

As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"

It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.