The way to win me over is to make this hinge between us undeniable with a perfectly suggestive prompt, to use every prompt to make me imagine your hands exploring every inch of me, and to let this physical hinge become the prompt for nights I'll be feeling all week tomorrow. … read more

Thinking back, I regret never attending prom. … read more

My simple pleasures include accidentally-on-purpose brushing against you in crowded bars, watching you bite your lip when you're trying to focus, and that moment right before I'm inside you when you're begging with your eyes … read more

The thought of getting older sucks, I wish I could freeze time right now, stay in this perfect moment where my body still obeys my every command and my face doesn't betray the passage of days. … read more

I thought I’d be over this by now. … read more

Maybe i should start hating myself? … read more

I'm starting to realize that the lack of female interaction in my life isn't just a phase or a dry spell; it's becoming a quiet, creeping void that's reshaping who I am. … read more

I’m sick of this life not that you care I’m not the only one with whom these feelings I share … read more

First day on the job went well, and I felt a small, personal victory when my notoriously intimidating boss, who everyone warned me about, cornered me by the coffee machine. … read more

Being mean to you was a poison I chose to drink, hoping it would make me feel powerful, but it only left a bitter aftertaste of shame. … read more

There's this guy that has no idea how in love I am with his body, how my entire focus narrows to the pinpoint of his existence whenever he's near. … read more

I have serious issues with men who think "emotional labor" is a type of construction work and that my only valid opinions are on what to order for dinner. … read more

To Whom It May Concern (and let's be honest, it doesn't), Please accept this letter as formal notification that I am resigning from my position as [Your Job Title], effective immediately. … read more

I miss being touched, so I try to be gentle with myself instead of angry about it. … read more

I posted a smiling selfie an hour later like my life was spotless. … read more

I miss a person who doesn’t exist anymore—and I hate myself for still looking for them in strangers. … read more

I said I was “busy.” That was the lie that let me keep my hands clean. … read more

I keep people close enough to want me, far enough to never hurt me. … read more

I miss chances I didn’t take because I was scared. … read more

I don’t like this life! … read more