Dear Diary,
I want love. I miss giving love. I miss being loved. I miss the intensity of it all. The sex is meaningless after a while. A couple days ago I was on top on the world…and on top of this man’s dick lol, but it’s not enough. Why do I keep doing this to myself? I swear I’m the most self destructive person I know. Do I regret it? Maybe. Maybe. Idk. Ugh I hate this. I miss how simple things used to me. You like someone, they like you back, y’all date and then get into a relationship. Now there are so many mind games. So many rules. I can’t take it ☹️