May 2012
1 post
It's understandably hazy
after a party weekend and their words fade as I intentionally turn up the volume of Faithless’ Tweak Your Nipples (Tiesto Remix). I register what you say but I honestly am willing myself to feel nothing about it - except to give you what you want - so I can continue to bury myself in the song.
April 2012
4 posts
I don't know at which point
I taught myself to not like a certain person - if he was too good-looking, hung out with the cool crowd, had previous partners unlike me, or had a better physique or brain than I have. When did I learn to limit who I can like? And why did I learn it for? To protect myself?
