I'm not going to be gentle with you this time. Because I know that, inside, you're just another moping, stumbling sadbag: wading through some botched attempt at a life, a sea of mistakes and failed intimacy left in your wake. Findom to replace human relationships. Findom to try to take away the pain. Unrepentant maladaptation, unquenchable need for me. You know that there's no cure for this; that you will never change. It's useless. Forever, a sending, sniffling sad boy. Follow me on X @BowToChristelle