28/12

Sadly for me I've become the drunk aunt. I regret entirely never showing up my feelings. Now I can only be myself when I'm drunk. I can only allow myself to be whoever she wishes and to want and desire whoever she's wants only when she's drunk. I want you. I always have. I just wasn't brave enough. Strong enough.
Perhaps it's just some simply desire, but whatever it is it has taken enough of my life already. Enough of my mental health. I desire you. That's the end.