Q & A :D

Yes, insecurities.

I have physical imperfections as well as large mental blemishes that keep me from being happy with myself. Most of the time, they don’t cross my mind, but lately, they are all I’ve been thinking about.

Not being skinny enough. Not lean enough. Not smart enough. Not pretty enough. Not athletic enough. Just not enough.

I appreciate the compliment, really, but there’s no changing what my brain thinks of as facts. The truth is the truth and frankly, me not being sufficient enough to satisfy even myself is what my mind believes as the truth.

Thaaaaanks

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I hate my body. And I hate it more that I only have one.

Well, thank you.

And no, it’s not awkward, don’t worry.

I have answered this question so many times, though..

Damn.

Kisses and hot breaths on my neck never, ever fail to electrify my being. Just the sensation of those air wisps on my neck awakens my cells and nerves, make my blood pump until my veins palpitate from the excitement. Hands caressing my torso, my limbs, any part of my body make my skin tingle, my hairs stand on end. Goosebumps trail fingertips until hands get lost in a tangle of hair or find their way up to the facial structure..

Being pressed closer than close to another being, so near that you share breaths and body heat, along with scenes stated previously, elevate my conscience to places they shouldn’t be. Where angels are not present and thoughts abundantly lurk until they descend from that high.

Goodness, that is ecstasy.

I’m quite well.

School was a breeze, though the weather was practically an apocalypse. I don’t like soaking up rainwater via almost every pore on my body.

But I just kind of relaxed the whole day, except for the boat load of dishes I did. Blah.

I’m fine. My stomach feels weird, though.