i read all this amazing stuff here... wonderful interactions with wonderful T's. My T is a wonderful guy.. don't get me wrong.. but i feel like poison.

i dont get what i crave because no one knows that i even think about it. No one IRL would ever guess i would sell my family to gypsies in return for gentleness from someone. i long to be talked to softly... in a way that caresses the heart and lets it know it belongs in this world.

i told soli tonight that IRL everyone thinks i dont care... that i'm this gal made of steel that does what she wants and devil be damned. It never occurs to anyone that i have a heart... much one that lays broken on the floor.. bleeding to death..

<font color="#000088"> a long time ago i wrote:
-my spirit is numb and i hear the faint murmur of blood rushing, it reminds me that this hollow shell walks. No person i; no human. If kindred soul resides then heaven must pity that broken thing.</font>