You wake up, shower, get dressed, run late to work, catch the bus, sprint to the office, avoid your boss, sit at your desk, open up your computer, check your emails, respond to none of them, spend way too much time getting coffee, and wait until it’s time to go home.
I just write what I would read. I want sex, I want honesty, I want tomfoolery. I want me.
2. Scorpio: Sex on the beach isn’t just a drink, it’s a lifestyle.
I made a giant salad. And after eating it all I then started crying over how “fat” I was.
I hold on too tightly to small encounters.
I hate you. I love you. I want to fuck you. I’m not interested.
I love being financially dependent on my parents. It’s so freeing.
Your happiness matters most.
First, I think it’s important that I admit that not only did I receive your text, I read it almost immediately. So when I say that “I didn’t see it” or that “I didn’t read it,” there is a very good chance that I am lying.
Please tell me. How can I be loved? How can I be liked? How can I be relatable? How can I be real and deep and experienced and flawed and understood all at the same time?