People probably think I have my Nancy Kerigan days because I want to feel sorry for myself when really a lot of times it’s also just sitting right (with) the rage. Life can be damn fucking hard and unjust and just plain fucking awful but sometimes just sitting with the anger. Letting it come out. Letting it go a little just from being expressed. We all need a way to do that.
I personally love crying. Like really fucking hard.
Sometimes I can’t do that. Not even with a mass dose of weed or alcohol. It shouldn’t be like that. But BDSM helps. So do a bunch of other healthier things to is all I have to keep reminding myself. Because going back to sex is such a sweet decadent descend.💋