You Know... in meh...

…what I’m going through, I think I would feel better if I had like 30 minutes of some rough and dirty sex with a bourbon chaser.

All I wanted was to cry and be babied and being cuddled by someone’s son. If it turned into anything, I wouldn’t be mad. It’s been about a year now hasn’t it? I think so.

No one wants the mess I am. I wouldn’t offer me up to anyone in this condition.