I like to go to a website called Literotica, not always for arousal, but usually to read romance stories. Â To read stories about people in love, or friends that have always liked each other, or other things like that. Â But usually I just get sad. Â I wish it was me in that story. Â I wish I knew what love and romance felt like, to feel that someone in this world has an undying love for me, that someone would have a butterflies in the stomach feeling for me and would just be content with holding each other and expressing our love until one day we actually made love. Â But that will never happen, Â I know in the pit of my stomach that I’m just gonna die alone. Â No one will ever like me like that. Â No one will ever like me. Â I was thinking about writing a story like that with me in it, but it would only be a story. Â Just a story.
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writing used to help me with my shit
i’ve been going through your posts. idk what it is but you seem really nice. im here if you need me.