You don’t know me.
You see my posts, you see my RBs, you paint a picture, but you don’t know me.
You reply, you RB, you slide into my DMs, you are whatever animal you hide inside, but you don’t know me.
I try to be nice, I try to smile and bring positivity, I try to be accepting and nurturing for the sweet of you and the naughty of you, but you don’t know me.
You don’t know if the one thing I want most in life is to be a sissy cum-slut or to not wake up again tomorrow.
You don’t know if I was brought up constantly hearing “you’d be such a heart-breaking girl” but when I mentioned something I didn’t like on my body they blurted “enough already, you don’t wanna be a man!!!”
You don’t know if I had the safest environment to grow up, or how early my first sexual encounter was. If I understood what was happening or if I’d then abstain until well into my 20s.
Be whoever and whatever you want, but don’t judge me. You see my naughty posts, but you don’t know how I crave to fill the void inside me or to drown the self-harming thoughts in my head. Don’t judge.
If you honestly believe that I never answer your slurs because you really are that much better, believe me, you’re not making your mom proud…
Love, always 💜
