It didn't take you long to realize how closed everything is to you. You've given up, and you're right to. You know that you'll never be able to have sex with another person. Nothing will ever change that. The loneliness a permanent part of your experience. And now you're fucking yourself just to pretend some shallow form of intimacy. No warmth, no feeling. Desperate to try to take your attention away from the constant, ringing emptiness. Desperate to try to extract some base kind of pleasure. Desperate with the hope that after just one more orgasm, you can push yourself out of this cycle. But we both know that that will never happen. Follow me on X @BowToChristelle