I miss it so much. Skin contact. I am way too intimate for my generation and I just want someone who is classy/appreciates what I wear, but I constantly get judged for not being a slor (slut/whore). I don’t want to change tho, why should I? I’m an incredibly patient person but it just sucks that he’s moved on completely and I have yet to be with anyone else. Are my expectations too high? I don’t get what. I’m. Doing. To. Be. This. Way. I hate my insecurities. I have such body dysmorphia that lately I haven’t been eating. At all. I sleep so that my hunger goes away. Venting is supposed to make you feel better but I don’t feel b e t t e r. Tinder is so pointless by the way. They just want to fuck idk why I even have the app still. I think I’m caught up in the attention and the fact that someone “likes” my pictures. I’m pathetic and I sound desperate; I’m just desperate for real love again. I want to be reminded that it still exists but not from my friends or family, from someone real.
This rant was awful. I’m awful. I’m done. Sorry for the post