It’s like I’m craving presents from the devil and i’m in love. Your putting your fingers in my soul pulling out my heart, my affection, and your inserting your lust. I feel it breathing all over me your hate. It’s so fulfilling and minutes pass i’m climbing up through your vulnerability. Your depression pleasures me… — read more

Something I struggle with but absolutely understand is there is absolutely nothing wrong with me. I love this godiva mocha skin i’m in. How bright colors compliment my graceful skin and brighten up my tarnished soul covering up my repulsive nonexistent wounds. I love every flaw about me. From my repugnant words to my vivacious smile. The… — read more