Status: probably adding forever or until I fix myself
Pages Where I Can Scream
Shedding Skins
I wish taking my clothes off got easier with time, didn't have to expend so much effort trying to distract prying eyes from the mess all over my legs
Like it would get better someday fucking with the lights on or less hair-raising when hands drift down to my thighs, and not how I could be ready to go in one moment and suddenly in the next I'm second guessing everything and wanting nothing more than to get my things and run away to anywhere but where people acknowledge the braille scribbling that marbles your body
I always try to tell myself that they won't notice or somehow I can get them to turn off the lights before I start shedding skins- and sometimes it works out- but sometimes they try to create a nice moment with me and it's just never going to come together for either of us
I feel so grotesque
Like it would get better someday fucking with the lights on or less hair-raising when hands drift down to my thighs, and not how I could be ready to go in one moment and suddenly in the next I'm second guessing everything and wanting nothing more than to get my things and run away to anywhere but where people acknowledge the braille scribbling that marbles your body
I always try to tell myself that they won't notice or somehow I can get them to turn off the lights before I start shedding skins- and sometimes it works out- but sometimes they try to create a nice moment with me and it's just never going to come together for either of us
I feel so grotesque