It felt so wrong yet so right that I bent down to kiss him and him feeling my body then grabbing my ass. His late-forty hands on my early-twenty ass.
We fucked. No. I fucked him. I started it. But before we go any further, let me get this straight. This is not a story about boy meets girl, boy fucks girl, girl gets attached, girl goes crazy. This is about something else. Something more, let’s just say, interesting.
Earlier today I had an accident. I fell in the bathroom and my toes were stuck in the crack between the side panel of the bathtub and the floor. It’s hard to explain visually but basically I couldn’t get my feet out and I was in immense pain. For a second I really thought I might lose my […]
Lover, I don’t know what you’re doing with me. You should be with someone who goes to the gym, plays lots of sports, works crazy hours and travels all year round that she barely has time for you. You should be with someone who makes you crave her all the time so much that you start to […]
This gift of crossing lives with other beings whether the outcome is make or break, happiness or misery — it brings out from deep inside of you the realest bits of you. It forces you to face your own demons, enriches your experience and deepens your humanness.
I know depressed is not me. I’m so much more. That being said, yes, I can be depressed. It’s a truth that sometimes I’m convinced it’s best if I kill myself. What can I say? This is what I’m dealing with on a daily basis. It’s part of me.
Being strong isn’t going around saying I have been hurt before; I’m guarded; It’s hard to love me and expecting people to break my wall and get me out. Being strong is keeping my outlook positive and my door open despite having been hurt before (seriously, what’s the big deal about it?)
Girls like us, we’re not as good at living in the moment as you do. So please be careful with your words because when you look into our eyes and you say you want us, it can be ridiculously hard for us to really understand that you might only mean it in that very moment but not necessarily anything more.
I wasn’t broken; I was just lost. I wasn’t unloved; I was just too wrapped up in my own head to realize that I was treasured by so many precious people for whom I had always been enough. During all the times I thought life couldn’t get any worse, it was actually far from worse. It was slowly getting better. I was gradually becoming me.