Simplification may be my best bet tonight; this is what I learned while in the silence:
It's not so hard to say I love you and mean it.
Real eye contact is fucking scary, the sort that feels like something is being sucked from the back of your heart and makes you uncomfortable breathing. It's the best kind by far.
I should not mix exercise, huger and fatigue. Ever.
I live for male attention. It's what makes me happiest, and I don't think I like that.
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