metacognition

debating whether or not to send mildly suggestive snaps to the guy im hooking up with saturday... yea or nay

in the mood to suck dick®

Some days, I think I'm over it, there are no feelings left to be felt but love, pure and simple. Some nights, I relive the whole thing, piece by piece, one emotion at a time. Pride, rage, jealousy. Betrayal. I feel it all again. It only happened once, but in my head, it's happened a dozen times. I don't know how not to feel this way.

I'm learning how to cry without feeling all of the congestion that goes along with it. Practice makes perfect

I've been doomed to a life of self-loathing. It seems inescapable at this point. I'm sinking into a suctioning pit of earth; send in the troops

muscle memory

being cheated on brings out my "unashamedly manipulative bitch" side