At times I feel like...I intrude. Even though my flesh is the requested item of transaction. It's so easy to feel like parts of my body and my spirit are being flipped like pennies in his palm because of how malleable and conductive my libidinous and my spiritual energies are. How worthlessly he underplays them. … Continue reading No More Hookups
The shadows are fucking with me. I see myself in pink and blue. My legs, concealed under black leggings, I need to peel them off. I want to touch. All I want are orgasms. I let the couch absorb my bodyweight. I close my eyes, and my consciousness flies out of my ears. I want … Continue reading Heartbreak
"I still love you. I just wanted you to know I'm not well. I'm sick, and I'm trying to get okay. So anything I said or reacted to, I wasn't trying to make it about myself at all. I'm sorry, but I didn't mean for you to feel alone or bad or like I didn't care. It was never that I didn't care. I just have to get it together. Like I didn't wanna tell you, fucking like it's just embarrassing for me to tell you that shit is not well. Anyway, if I made you feel like you were alone or didn't care about you, I'm sorry.
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