redpatentleather replied to your post: I made out with a man 15 years older than me who…

WELCOME TO THE DARK SIDE

I’ve left this side for a little bit -its good to be back :)

lexmess:

“his dick tasted really good. like, it didnt taste like dick…it just tasted good.”

Explains the mysterious stain under my boob

I have a weird dream every night where I become a bartender and wear super short dresses and live with a man who owns a headgefund in the city.

This isn’t the weird part - I have an Irish brogue and only one boob

I made out with a man 15 years older than me who lives in East Village.

New York City. I love living in you

You told me you loved me back in January. You said you haven’t been happy since we have been together.

Now as I see pictures of you an your girlfriend since September in Alaska I’m so glad I didn’t tell you I loved you back.

Maybe I was suppose to vomit that night. Thanks fate

I wrote 17 pages today. It was one of the best papers I have ever wrote in my college career.

I punched it out in 4 hours. I have no idea how i did that

I think about the last all nighter I had a year ago.

I ended up fallin asleep on someones lap and waking up tucked into someone elses bed with them sleeping soundly above the covers so I wasn’t disturbed.

…too endearing and shit.

The saddest part about all of this is that my phone no longer rings. That’s the most painful bit. I have not had a call or a text in over 24 hours.

I forgot how it felt to be alone. And my god does it suck

A year ago I met a man
He was handsome and tall and told me I was funny
That man walked into my life 11 months ago
The man promised me the world
The man showed me happiness
The man told me I was beautiful
The man gave me feelings I never knew I could feel

The man fell inlove with me -and I with him
The man watched me in really sad times -comforting anxiety attacks and soothing fears
The man became my safety net
The man became my anchor
The man showed me his life
The man placed himself as a prominent figure in mine
The man said beautiful things
The man promised eternity
The man gave me love
I love that man

The man showed me his world
The man showed me off to those he knows
The man placed me as a prominent figure
The man made me his anchor
I love that man

The man got sick
The man feared I’d leave
The man kept himself prominent in my life the month he was in quarantine
I love that man

The man revealed a drug dependency
The man revealed he can get cynical
The man spoke how it upset him
The man wanted to change
The man needed an anchor
The man wasn’t perfect but he was still kind to me
I love that man

The man started to get quiet
The man started laughing at ideas
The man acknowledged a change and promised effort to fix it
I love that man

The man kept failing tests he needed to pass
The man was sometimes too cynical to be around
The man needed an anchor and I soothed his pain
The man needed me
I love that man

The man stopped speaking
The man started relying more on his dependency
The man became secretive
The man began demanding to know details of who I was with
The man stopped taking me to dinner
I don’t like that man

The man disappeared for a few days
The man left for his alma mater and spoke of missing me while there
The man returned with news of no longer loving me
The man said he would rather get high with friends than be with me
I don’t like that man

The man spoke to me everyday when he ended things
The man asked to see me for explanation
The man kept contact after discussing he no longer wanted to
I was confused by that man

The man told me he missed me
The man said he made an awful mistake
The man said he wanted to try and slowly work back into things
The man said he was sorry
The man said I was the freedom he needed
I love that man

That man said he would try
That man said that three weeks ago
That man has only called at 3 AM drunk after a night with friends
The man never includes me in plans
The man stopped spending time with me in public
I don’t like that man

The man revealed himself to be a very big boy
The boy who speaks of no longer waning commitment
The boy says he wants to be with me
The boy says he’s going to try to respect me like before
The boy said he doesn’t do ultimatums
The boy said he was going to try
The boy apologized about not providing what I wanted
The boy is mean
The boy says I’m more disposable than I think
The boy has yet to say a word

I hate the boy
I want to know where that man went
I want the man to return and hold me again and tell me this is a bad dream
I want the man to make it better

I lost my anchor
I haven’t stopped crying

The boy broke my heart