it is easier to melt than to fly

why doesn’t he tell me i’m pretty

I am fucked out this morning despite not getting fucked (but I did give an intense blowjob) but as a result I am curled up on his couch being incoherent and he just gently put coffee in front of me and I am dangerously close to falling for him

there was a night before I left where he talked to me so intimately and honestly that when he held me in his sleep that night I cried because I was afraid of what he could to do to me if I let him and that’s what I miss

today I really fully thought about throwing myself into traffic lmao

oh god I had another dream about him this is not ideal

remembering how he made out with me like he was dying to and how I basically could not fucking stop him from going down on me... that boy was on a mission and I am so giggly and smiley now

today a boy cuddled me while we watched polygon content and then was almost late to work because he kept kissing me and I’m p happy about it

No one will ever love me the way I need to be loved; the boys I love will never love me. I’m sad

I still want to kiss his stupid fucking face I hate myself

he doesn’t like me but like why would anyone ever like me

i think i fucked it up