this isn’t that bad (also may I be💗 anon?) but I love writing about these sexy older men loving me and caring for me more than I love writing about them fucking me.
Like yes, Drysdale and Washford would help me shower bc I can barely muster getting out of bed. Freddy would make sure I eat 3 full meals a day instead of maybe 1-2 meals if I feel like it. Keith would sit and let me scream and yell and vent to him. And they would be stubborn about me actually taking care of myself and try to help.
Literally nobody irl gives a shit about me, nobody ever asks me if I’m okay. Nobody ever notices anything beyond surface level shit.
Only one person knows the extent of which I struggle and he does nothing but mock me and use my mental health against me constantly