Coping Mechanisms.

I always thought that you were supposed to feel like shit after sex. That you were supposed to hate yourself to the point of cutting up your arms just to forget the sick act you’ve performed on camera, on video, in front of an audience. Exhibitionist. I thought that’s how you know if people like…

Friendship.

I don’t want to be your fucking friend. I dont want to feel the obligation that I have to let you back in my life. Nothing good ever came from our relationship except regret, emotional abuse and the gray hairs I couldn’t afford to have. I’m finally in a place mentally where I can drive…