I feel like my body is about to explode.

Been away since Sunday with my family without my own room.

Not that I need to touch myself frequently, but the fact that my body has been on guard and uptight for the past week . . . sheesh

I’m someone who needs her own room to survive. Part of it is because I can be a freak behind the curtains and no one should see that.

We were visiting my grandmother because she has become unhealthy and is currently bedridden.

I tried to be proper. Succeeded, but can’t deny the number of times I inappropriately thought of getting dicked while serious conversations between the family are happening.

Only got back today and some minor lewd conversations were enough to cause a wet lining on the fabric.