oh i’m making you angry? then why aren’t you hitting me huh? why aren’t you slapping me around and putting me in my place? why aren’t you giving me pretty little bruises with those big hands that’ll remind me to be a good girl next time?
New game: I touch and play with myself until I'm close to cumming and you watch me, and every time I’m close I look at you and ask for permission and you say “no” every time until I'm crying and shaking and then you come fuck me until we both cum.
I want to travel cross country and pick my way through ancient ruins and listen to my favorite music on loop all day and go for a walk with my dog and write my book and go ghost hunting with my best friend but instead I'm at home waiting for my anxiety medicine to kick in and doing the same damn uninteresting things I do literally every day and it's maddening
Feeling especially fat again despite the fact that I stayed under my calorie budget, burned almost all the cals I ate, and fasted for 19 hours. Guess that doesn’t really change me being fat but you’d think I’d feel at least somewhat accomplished