Blasé Boy

I can't find my pants

I got a new hat. What do think?

No reason to be here

Why am I here?

I know its probably from a past trauma. But i can even begin to remember what it could've been from. Especially with head trauma and memory loss.

I'm only interested in being friends with people who want to better themselves. Who believe that not only that they can do better but also deserve better. Nothing will change if you're chasing after the same trauma. Honestly, my respect will drop as I witness it. If being a victim is your personality, I am definitely not interested in knowing you. And I don't want to be friends with door mats. Stand the fuck up for yourself, use your voice, strive for something better and healthy.

I want to feel the leather straps pulled tightly around me again. They feel like comfort. I feel at peace. I'm safe and I know why I'm there. Hopefully, I will find the man, my alpha, my Dom. To keep me protected as well as in my place.