Myriad

I feel like Chloe.

I feel like I'm dying and all I wanna do is get laid.

"Chloe had oils and handcuffs..."

"She had strapless underwear at home, and cried."


It's not that I'm desperate (well maybe a little). Or that it's been ages since the last time.

I guess I'm just starting to feel a need for physical human contact. A need to be loved.