when straight guys ask how lesbian sex works i feel really bad for their girlfriends because if you dont understand how to have sex with a girl in any way other than repeatedly putting your dick in her you are having some really bad sex
I want to reblog this 100 times but I’ll just do it once
It got so bad, I couldn’t
Remember which scars
You left me, And which
Ones I made myself.
It has been so fucking long since I have been on here, so much has changed, so much is the same. I can certainly say my intake of alcohol has increased but I have never been happier, more in love, more myself or content.
Signed off work for three weeks. What the hell am I going to do with my life? Hoping the medication settles soon. Even now I still can’t seem to do anything right.
I distance myself from friends because I don’t even know how I feel anymore, but by doing that they feel I am ungrateful. When I couldn’t wish to show them more gratitude.
Each day is gradually becoming more difficult, more difficult to face the world, to be who I am, to smile.
Not in my wildest night terrors did I believe this would be the case.
I have to face work tomorrow night, a room full of men and just myself, it’s never bothered me before but it’s daunting. I’m afraid.
Doesn’t quite know how she is feeling. Numb? Inadequate? Mellow?
Tough day today, my Aunt’s 11 year anniversary of her death, the one person I was closest to in my family.
Surrounded by people but yet still feeling alone.
My girlfriend has been a massive support she really has. I couldn’t feel more looked after and loved if I asked.
My friends from within the woodwork have allowed themselves to be present once more in my time of need, words of wisdom and thoughtful kind words.
All these things show I’m truly not alone.
No strong suicidal thoughts or feelings of harming myself since Monday, which is massive progress.
I’m hoping these feelings of woe and fear pass soon, the next week is going to be extremely tough.
I’m hoping I can come out of this a stronger, better person.
I’m a fighter, and I’m ready for a war.
That’s really rather sweet.
I love the fact that it’s autumn and the weather is terrible. It gives me a reason to wear long sleeves and hide my terrible secret.
Now I can do it worse than before, twice as much.
I’m in such a terrible place, and there is only two people that could potentially make it better, one of them is the person whom has made me like this.
The other one I don’t even deserve in my life.
I know I ended this, I know it was my decision, but whether I like this or not, I am ever so slightly addicted to you.
I would follow you straight into hell for my fix.
You bring out the most of everything in me.
The worst. The best.
Most of all, you bring out this.