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
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
our story returns after a brief interlude...
ad man was gorgeous... he was a delicious creature, his body perfection, with the face of a chiseled greek god. he was funny, uncommonly charming, perfection in every way. he was successful and driven, and he was the only thing on my radar. he captivated my attention, and i wanted him in every way.
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