i fucking hate the fact that i can feel so upset, and want to vent it all out to someone and break down and let them see that vulnerable side of me, so i don’t seem like i’m faking it and so that i can let it all out. but i know as soon as i try and open up to anyone, the smiles on my face, i’m making it seem humorous and not serious at all, putting my guard up so they...
painting in my underwear, so that i dont spill any more ink on any fabrics… so messy.
this sexual frustration is beyond a joke now. need to find someone i can play tennis with, Mila Kunis and J.T style