// Major CW , serious vent - sexual and mental health related
I genuinely do not wish the type of post nut clarity I suffer from on anyone.
This is fucking horrible.
This is not a "haha funny" like oh no I get sad after I finish, no I genuinely get fucking suicidal sometimes because I realize how disgusting I'm being and how awful I feel with the names that may leave my mouth, especially when I'm solo, and I'm always solo. I hate myself more than anyone could have ever possibly hated me and most of it is because of this.
I, Noli, am fucking disgusting. It makes me devalue myself heavily. I feel inhuman and undeserving because I've done something so disgusting and perverted with nobody around.
I'm paranoid I'm pushing away the people/person I end up having feelings for, simply because I'm being too much. I don't even want sex half the time I think I'm just fucking fawning accidentally because oh my god the only two people I've ever had a relationship with didn't actually love me in any regard. I want to be held, I want to be valued. I want to be something more than.. just, whatever. I love the attention, I'm just afraid of it because I've genuinely never had it before and I'm freaking out because what if I fuck it up. I want to give love I want to be someone's source of affection because they know I mean it, and they know I'm not doing it for myself.
What if me being jaded towards romance and affection makes me fuck it up and push them away? What if I lose everything again because no matter what I do I can't fucking convince myself I'm capable of being loved? Everything I do for the people I care about is genuine, every word, every gift. I'm so afraid people don't think I'm being genuine, that its shallow. I'm afraid of it being the other way around. I was LIED TO by my ex. I have no sense of security.
I'm fucking stupid. I know deep down I deserve the attention I'm getting, but there's too much up here on the surface that I don't deserve it.
This might be PNC mixed with a BPD episode, if I'm being honest. I'm scared of how I feel and I'm scared of how others feel, I'm scared of it just
Like one day, one more time
Why can't I love like normal people do?