It’s a mere human need

Back now. Might be back more often since I finally reset my password.

The pseudo-functional me has failed again. I think I should accept dysfunctionality as part of myself now. No use turning my back from it when it has always been in me all along.

Last week, he told me he loved me. I smiled and went down on him. I needed a good shag. He was there.

Later, he asked why I turned away from his comment. I said it was a spur of a moment thing. Because he needed me at that point of time, he wanted me at that minute. I don’t know if he will feel that way in the next hour, next week or next month.

Then I said I refused to give anyone the ability to hurt me by letting myself love him. I’m not that stupid or naive.

I am addicted to failing. Because at the very least, I know it would be constant.

Toodles everyone. Time for the next failed one.

Hey Liz

Here I am updating, DUDETTE.