I hate the I run to people for comfort in order to get over whatever heartbreak I’m going through. Only to end up falling for them – especially the manipulative ones – falling hard for their stupid f****** d*** of all f****** things. The comfort and familiarity of another human being is hard to let go of. Especially when it’s hard to get comfortable during s**, when it’s hard to have orgasms with another person and you’ve experienced that with them. It’s f****** hard.
Yeah yeah, m***********, is NOT the same thing. Completely different.