really though
if breasts, butts and legs are so distracting to men, to the point they cant function
why arent they that distracting to lesbians
and at that point
why isnt the penis bulge and legs not distracting enough to gay men to warrant men being put under the same dress codes
The first time I get any craving for any food in a week in a half is at midnight while watching Hannibal. What a perfect combo. But I still really want to make scrambeled eggs with salsa. But, too loud, too late, and I know my stomach won’t agree with it with everything I’m dealing with right now. Ugh.
who hates me.
He’s sorry. His guilt is eating him alive.
He’s so sorry. Does that make what he did okay? Does that mean this is fixable?
Will everything ever be okay again?
I know this is going to sound horrible. But just for a minute, not for long, I want someone to feel what I have been feeling. Someone to just know that it’s not just hard. Hard is an understatement. Someone to know that breathing is agonizing and that moving takes all energy and the feeling of being used and violated torments me. Just for a minute, I want someone to understand how utterly, and horrifically horrible it really feels to be…to be…
Ican’tdothisicantdothisicantdothisicantdothis.
