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how do people not know where the clit is like it’s right there. it’s not even funny it’s right there

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bought some irises to brighten my mood! it worked!!

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do you want to play in love with me. it involves being in love. and making out for fifteen hours straight. and keeping me as a pet

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5.30.25

I can’t stop thinking about the face he makes when he’s inside me

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can you fucking please look at yourself with the eyes of a lover? fuck

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salivating

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he’s a Gemini Venus <3

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3.31.2025

Previous diary post was a monumental crash out on my end as per usual. I absolutely couldn’t wait another day of my own thoughts torturing me. Over the weekend I cleared everything up regarding our current feelings for each other and then I spent two days in his arms.

I don’t know what will happen in the future but right now I just feel secure that he’s happy to see me too.

03.25.25

All I wanted this year was to yearn and have my heart beat faster when I think about someone new and now that I’m there I HATE IT!!!

Everyday I sit at my desk chair checking my phone every 15 minutes (he hasn’t messaged) and trying to tell myself to get a grip.

The truth is most likely this : he isn’t at work or sitting in his apartment thinking about me, the way I think about him. He isn’t thinking about me at all. He’s talking to and making plans with other girls who are probably prettier or funnier or more interesting or better at sex than me.

If someone, maybe a mutual friend asks him what he thinks of me, he would probably tell his truth. That I’m nice, that he likes hanging out with me, maybe that I’m funny.

The truth is that he doesn’t want me, he doesn’t feel that he needs to see me today, that he has to make plans with me right now because he can’t wait until the weekend. He doesn’t feel the way I feel.

I know if I just asked him to tell me the truth, he would. Maybe he would even feel bad about it watching me try to school my face into this unbothered mask instead of extreme disappointment and sadness. I just don’t feel like I can take it right now, not for real. I have a feeling he knows that and is waiting for me to crack.

Its so sick that I feel so happy every time I see him it’s like it makes this feeling worth it. It’s true that I just wanted to feel something, anything strongly. If it has to be pain then I’m sure I can find a way to deal with it.