I had sex the other day. I had sex the other day, and I’m not sure whether it’s because I like sex or I like the way I feel - rather, the way I don’t feel - when I’m having it. I had sex the other day, and the day before that, and a couple days before that. Each day with a different man. Some I knew, some I didn’t. I had sex the other day, and it helped me forget how it felt to feel. I had sex the other day, and I don’t remember if I liked it. I don’t remember why I did it, or, well… who I did it with, or what happened after, or how it happened in the first place, and… I had sex the other day.
it washes away my emotions but is it for the best? (via spiral-insanity)





















