every day that i walk into physical therapy, i’m a different person. i know, because i calculate that.
naughty naughty naughty with the lesbians. when they look at me, i know they want to know. it’s in their eyes. and i just won’t give it to them. i pretend i’m not aware. but i know, given enough time, it will become their obsession. It’s always so innocent at first.
it happens. people don’t meet me. they fall into me. and it’s a thing that gets out of control. it feels immoral to allow people to get close to me, knowing what can happen.
in so many aspects of my life, i let my morals and principles dictate. it has been the only thing that tames me. but i’ve often wondered, what would happen if i went all the way?