Bio-Birthday sex that's just abuse. If I have to ask for something I want it to hurt. I hate that day I hate the "birthday sex" thing I hate the idea it's ‘for me’. Let's cut out the bullshit and give me something to really cry over.
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Bio-Birthday sex that's just abuse. If I have to ask for something I want it to hurt. I hate that day I hate the "birthday sex" thing I hate the idea it's ‘for me’. Let's cut out the bullshit and give me something to really cry over.
The thing too is that these thoughts are only applicable to my angel. Nobody else could do this and I'd not immediately kill them. For some reason I need it and only it to hurt me.
Love how I can be relaxed and calmed by thoughts of my angel viciously beating me.
Bea isn't the only one with a spiteful streak 😇
Aaaannd I'm 16 again
actually being in love with your kid is great actually bc they just be like oh mommy i wanted to tell u smth but i forgot 🥹 and youll get a wave of ridiculous affection and wish they were right next to u all the time…
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I must not kill myself. Killing myself is the myself killer.
I don't want it. I never want it for years now. I envied you for not wanting it, for being able to go without it. You laughed and brushed it off whenever I talked about it and I ENVIED that. I know you never thought of it that way but it seemed amazing to not feel the need to, or at least to be able to suppress it so totally.
I HATE it. I loathe it. Every time, even when I think I might, my mind crawls out of itself and someone else takes over. Yet I remember. Yet it is baked so terribly into me; I'm haha funny pervert friend. I despise it.
Only my body wants it. Always my body. Never me.
Hhhhh I don't wanna have to pretend to like it. I don't wanna have to imagine myself as a character who likes it.
I want to hate it. Hate loudly and viciously and not have to mask it. To let it happen to me and feel it without attempting to imagine how I might make it into something I enjoy so I don't worry people. I want to loathe it and recoil from it and be passive in it and my thoughts heard and ignored.
I don't want to stop because I don't seem rly into it or am not enjoying myself or said to stop. Let it continue to happen without the idea of my pleasure playing into it.
I hate it.
idk i think if you find yourself wracked with shameful desires to have been abused in some way, or wishing that your childhood had been worse than it was, theres a possibility that there is actually some substance there and you're looking for validation. like yeah all those "damn i wish i had been sexually assaulted when i was younger" thoughts i had eventually led me to discovering my actual assault, because why the fuck else would I think that
well adjusted people do not crave abuse victim clout, they do not yearn to put a name to their soul sickness, they haven't been groomed by anyone and don't actually think statutory rape would be all that comforting. don't convince yourself you're fakeclaiming when you haven't even told anyone about it
i dunno if you're the type to be comforted by this, but trauma isn't special. its not some cool privilege that only real underdogs get to have. statistically, you probably aren't making it up.
bro, i am so sorry
Am I in love with a ghost?
uhm... i rly think we need 2 tell S abt... all this...
Please do remember however I'm making all of this up. It's not real. It's hypochondria. I'm lying.
Need a shower. Maybe 3.