It’s the beginning of a new year, but it surely doesn’t feel like the beginning of a new me.Â
I’m still just as attached and obsessed with Daddy as ever. I’ve taken up crying after I masturbate now. That’s a new one.Â
I feel alone now more than ever in my life, despite being surrounded by people. I feel as if I’m already a ghost. Unseen, unheard, unfelt.Â
Human connection is elusive at best. Like clinging too tightly to handfuls of sand the strength of my grip just seems to force the grains through my fingers, until I’m left holding nothing but air.
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