one piece of paranoia becomes another.
i won’t be a bootycall again. i can’t. as much as i want him (and oh god do i) i just don’t have it in me to repeat my mistakes.
that’s why i really hope there’s more to this.
why is sex so easy? the second that line is crossed it’s like i lose all self control.
everything is drawn out and backwards and fantastic and awful and i don’t know what to do.
i know i’ll find what i’m looking for sooner or later, i just think it would be nice if this was it.