I am not an object
Did you think you could just use my body like it was your very own play-toy, and expect there to be no broken parts? I'm not a doll you can pull apart over and over again. I will break eventually.
A personal expression of the bittersweet feelings of regret, heartache, guilt, loneliness and healing that follows the aftertaste people leave behind. This blog is a reflection of my own growth, intimacy and secret struggles.