This connects to me more than you know.
I’m gay. I wear glasses. I like Orange is the New Black. I had to post this.
Just like me.
Lana Del Rey is fuckin beautiful.
I’m enjoying this.
I drink for the confidence I gain making myself look like a fool.
Maybe I just longed for something, something I’ve forgotten so very long ago because honestly I don’t know who I am anymore.
I flirt with them because I want to feel something, I want to remember what it’s like to be touched and to feel loved.
But none of it reached the intensity I had hoped for, it all feels so very empty. I gave up what it was like to be close to another person out of fear because fees is what drove me to this dead end.
My recklessness caused this consequence and I deserve every bit of it.