i’m stuck between the funck(fun+fuck) we had last night and the daytime reality of nothing actually being there with him. in the meantime i am daydreaming of a beach holiday in september. i dream of swimming and dancing to hot disco minimal. i dream of orgasms and love. i dream of being hurt.
it’s strange how the high of good sex can bring you down with depressing mixed feelings afterwards.
i need to feel it. i need to feel wanted, wanted by the one/s i want to be wanted of.
