I'm sure that I have qualities that the opposite sex find attractive; that was never in question.
After all, I have decent tits, and get off on doing what I'm told. What guy wouldn't jump on that? Unfortunately, most people are forced to endure my personality before they ever know these things about me. I've only met a handful of people who can tolerate my personality, and know very few who love me anyway, --they are mostly relatives, except for maybe four people. I'm blessed with those four, though they are scattered out across the planet.
I have never met anyone who managed to sustain romantic love for me, --except one person, and he doesn't really remember any of it anymore. It was washed away, like someone poured Dawn dish-soap in his brain, and shook his head like a plastic, microwave-safe container. The grease of our ordeal is gone, left him with a clean, fresh slate to start all over again with.
That one person who loved me once so much, --that satisfies. The rest of my lifetime can flow over my eyes and march across my face, and nothing will ever change that I had good love at -least- once.
I just have to keep that in mind today, while I'm feeling guilty, yet again, for talking too much. Being... annoying, and not minding my own business when I should. The new significant other has this whole huge life which does not include me; which is fine.... really, because it's very stressful to be important. I wish I could just remember to shut up.
No feeling sorry for myself today though, nope, not allowed. I have homework, ...work, god forbid, laundry, and I'm so tired already. Next time, maybe, when the urge to be an idiot kicks in, I'll just smother it with a pillow. Oh silly Slave.... no one wants to know what you think, keep that shit to yourself!
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