Shy Bunny
My Self Slut shaming has come to a tee.
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Context. Someone started talking to me and I wanted to be friends. but their constant flirting got into my mind.
And one night they had invited me to come over after work. I was really tired and not thinking much of it.
I had only planned to stay for a second and leave after but one thing and pressure led me into their bed. and they started to grope at me and speak nice things. and I let it happen. I loved it while it happened. they kept me up all night. it was not until I was driving home that the Vail of shame wore over me.
Again I let it happen. give my body to those who only gave me words. I just let anyone in, It's pathetic I know. I'm just far too desperate to not. I hate it. along with other things. I am very ashamed of myself. I'm too disgusting for sex, and I am far less than worthy of dating anybody.
only a slut worthy of whoever decides to pick them up off the street.
All I Know is to Whine And Bleed
I sit desolate as if I knew how to treat her. Do I really know myself. Is it just another thing only left in my thoughts? Would I really be a good partner? I don't know. I'm no better than a bunny in a snare.
All I Know is to Whine And Bleed. I create, and for that sake I am always exposed. Just cause I can't help it. I really must be insufferable to be around. to see all my feelings materialized through drawings and stupid blog posts. I'm just too open. to willing to let anyone know how I'm feeling in the day.
other people have feelings. it's hard to know cause you don't come to the bleeding one for bandages. I wish to help others in that way but I don't think they would ever. cause all I know is to whine and bleed.
I don't know how many tries I have in me. it just seems another girl would just be another witness of my continuous bleed. one I just love to share and whine about. should I just be the stoic man, it's a pain I can't hide. I just don't know what to do.
Not a single woman would really want to read the pages I've made. and bare my trauma dump to pity me once more. it seems the more I write I bury myself deeper. the more I share with her it seems to get worse.
Just give me dumb comforting words please. please
I'm such a fucking bother. needing constant reassurance and attention. constantly drifting into some loneliness until she grounds me again. looping and peaking, mood swings. from bleeding to Whining, It's pathetic. but It's all I know.
I don't know If I wanna date anymore. I'd just be some girls problem. I know I am, I feel that to women who have not a obligation to even talk to me. yet they do, and I share the same pity they have for me to them. for putting up with all I do.
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