I enjoy crying during sex

I used to love telling Calvin about my fucked up childhood and having him change the narrative…re-imprinting he’d call it.
A psychiatrist who never got to attend med school, he used all his years of research to warp my reality and make me see that he was all I should need

I have pages and pages of journals dedicated to him

I want to burn them all

But so much time went by that I need the information within them to remember the reality of that time

I haven’t had water today
I had a small breakfast but only because my family was around and I didn’t want them suspecting my ED was back (it isn’t I’m just not hungry)

I wish I had bigger tits today…maybe then he would have stayed