Don't tell me what I've done is wrong. I clearly already know.
Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead, but now, it’s like the night is taking sides.
But I miss counting calories and routine of living off coffee, cigarettes, diet coke, and yogurt. I miss feeling empty.
Hysterical Literature: Session One-Stoya.
I don’t know if it’s my depression that’s making me horny but all I want is sex. Sex with multiple people. Sex with multiple people at the same time. And sex with multiple people at the same time, all of the time.
I’ve even started to think about breaking into the porn industry.