A personal study of an adult female analyzing the motivations behind her actions, no matter how embarrassing, shameful or repulsive. I'm my own worst critic.
Scars are souvenirs you never lose, the past is never far
Sunday, October 26, 2008
i felt alive again, as if i was having an affair. it was funny, we touched maybe three times total... but every nerve ending in my body was awake, craving this delicious man's attention... and soon i would receive it in the oddest way...
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