I had s** with my fwb yesterday and i noticed afterwards i started crying. He didn’t see or notice but I was literally laying on his chest, crying. Because I’m tired of all this fake s***. I’m tired of being unwanted and trying to mask my loneliness with something that feels like love. Deep down inside, I know that no one wants me and it hurts to have to breathe in that reality every second that he’s not f****** me. It’s like I’m feeding my heart when i come around him but as soon as he leaves, my heart’s hungry again.
