I enjoy all this attention from men, though I hesitate to admit it—it fills a void within me. Since you changed so quickly and spoke about me behind my back so easily, thank you for making me doubt if you ever truly loved me during those six years. Now I doubt if anyone could love me.
I fall in love with the idea of a man finding me approachable, yet it feels too real to be true. I find myself infatuated with two foreign men who seem like brothers. They are quite different from what you are. I prefer men who see me as a pastime rather than someone with potential.
I'm not seeking a relationship, but I feel anguish the day after spending time with them. I want to be in bed with them, to embrace them, and fall asleep on their chest.
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4 a.m Thoughts
RandomLiterally that my thoughts at 4 am Some nights I'm... ... Hopeless Romantic ...Hater ...Lost ...Unhinged ... Mad ... But mostly I'm just me saying random things going on about my life
