Rough sex is the manifestation of romance. You trust someone so much that you let them do whatever they want with one thing that is yours.
I never taught myself how to budget, properly. And here I am buying things that I don’t need.
On the plus side, I bought some extremely cute clothes today. And I feel like I can step on men in the shoes that I will probably never take off, again.
I’ll just become a dominatrix and have men pay me to step on them.
I didn’t even start wanting that until like a year ago. The brain is a marvelous and confusing place.
I didn’t even get cool drunk. I got my rare and awful: sad, pathetic drunk. I cried. I’m such a fucking loser.