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broken
I feel like I just fell off of the roof of the high-rise.
This has to be wrong. Stress-induced, some other kind of brain chemistry imbalance, or radically off in my blood.
THIS IS NOT ME.
At least I think it's not.
What I'm rejecting is this notion that's fallen into my head, and the longer it's there, the more comfortable I feel about it, which I don't like at all.
What my core needs, what it's telling me:
I need to be fucked. Violently.
I need a man to fuck me like he hates my guts, like he's trying to kill me. Fuck me so hard that I cannot resist my violent orgasms, and be battered by the brutality, the furious, savage ferocity of his.
And when it's over, I need this man to get up and go away. I never want to see him again. And I can start over.
So something is very, very wrong
Who wants their lives so filled with tropes?