And suddenly, I felt nothing.
Another Man, More of the Sads…
I’m a sadist when it comes to you.
I can’t stay away from thoughts of you.
I look for glimpses of your face through pictures and videos,
Fully knowing she might be there.
I tried to change. Closed my mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less awake. Fasted for 60 days, wore…
Do you feel engulfed, controlled, manipulated, and find that you are losing your sense of self? Then…
I’m not into being fake happy. I seldomly show excitement, half a smile is just as good as a full one and don’t expect my voice to go an octave higher than my normal tone. Resting bitch face is a natural state of being for me. I don’t do it to be shady or for any petty reasons. Shit, I don’t even know I do it…