Me sobbing and shaking with the pen on the third check box while brain whispers “CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX”
Oh, of course, it’s just weird as fuck coming to terms after a life of religious repression, and reconciling that my libido is needy af even if I’m asexual and not wanting that from actual people 😂
Me sobbing and shaking with the pen on the third check box while brain whispers “CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX CHECK THE BOX”
At one point you’re going to have to come to terms with who you are. You’ll be more at ease if not happier.
Oh, of course, it’s just weird as fuck coming to terms after a life of religious repression, and reconciling that my libido is needy af even if I’m asexual and not wanting that from actual people 😂
No one can love you as much, or as often, as you can love yourself