Last night I had a dream where I was holding a knife at the time you broke up with me, and I stabbed myself in the stomach seven times.
I could feel it. I felt the pain in my stomach. I also felt the sting as someone stitched it back up. I could feel the blood slippery all over my hands and the weak, dizzy feeling from blood loss.
I also saw the look in your eyes as you turned away from me, disgusted.
I want sex, but I don’t like the idea of anyone touching me anymore.
What the fuck is wrong with me.
I am so sexually frustrated and it’s killing me
I should not have such intense anxiety about messaging someone who I used to be close to and care about so much, when we had no falling out. Ugh.