In search of the word me and myself

Body and soul

It was not what she expected. After countless masturbation countless of sex yet she could not satisfy her fill. It disgusted her. She wanted to stop yet she felt there was no way she could get through that endless pit. She felt guilty. No one knows that secret of her. No one would be able to accept her or would they? She didn't know. She just didn't want to hear their empty words as she took. What was missing? There was always somethings she couldn't figure out. She couldn't come clean. It was a taboo. She thought she could stop qt some point. It was all her wishful thinking. Come on you are already 22 an adult. It doesn't matter. Go seek help. Don't torture yourself. Its okay to seek help. Its okay to talk about it. Who knows there maybe some that understands you. There will be someone that assure you that its all right. You aren't the only one that's living a life that you don't even know where you are dwelling. Come on let's sort it all out all right? Oh god some one help me. Forget it, I don't even have a worth to pray. It's a sin. Its too embarrassing. She was cooped with those endless thoughts. One time she would think positively another time she refute it herself. She was such a fickle. Is there anyone who would understand her? Let me ask you readers are there anyone out there who can figure out and help her? Her thoughts remained to herself. The so called body made up of flesh, blood, water, cells whatever that may be and her soul that didn't have a definition. Her thoughts only lived within it. It was bound to take it with her to grave or would be turned to ashes. Where it would end up? It didn't have any destination. Anyway she was to keep up living. Her future was still near yet out of her reach.