Why are you back here?

Hmm?
To hear and fantasize about fiends meeting and enjoying each other’s company??
Well… their plans to meet
 
Year after year, time after time, I come crawling back to this place. Jekyll and Hyde, but it’s just me with my eyes cast low and my hand between my thighs and my phone in the other again, because maybe this time is the time I’ll find someone who can hold a mirror up in a position I can actually see myself in.

Because that’s really it, isn’t it? We want to be seen, heard, known, understood. Dissected and analyzed and broken down and figured out. We want to know why we are the way we are and why we don’t want to change. Why does it make me feel this way?

The definition of insanity is… blah blah blah.

That’s why I’m back. Why are you back?
I want to feel like I'm not alone in my own head. Even with partners I can't quite be pure id, just blurt out whatever, feel the feedback wash over me like a soft wave of nothing at all. No fear.
 
I want to feel like I'm not alone in my own head. Even with partners I can't quite be pure id, just blurt out whatever, feel the feedback wash over me like a soft wave of nothing at all. No fear.
It doesn't matter what you blurt out and you shouldn't feel so self conscious. If the partners you have are being complete jackasses, then in my opinion they don't know how to treat a female in a relationship.
 
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