Well, I'm back to my old (slutty) ways. I get overwhelmed by the silence, and the constantly being sick, and the always feeling /wrong/ in my own skin. I get tired of it. Z makes me forget about it, if only by being rude and coarse and disgusting. He treats me like an object (kinda) and is all proud of my breasts, which are not that epic. We aren'
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