It's My Time It's my time to be taken care of, to be adored, to be understood. Everyone enters my messages expecting something from me, they expect to be serviced, 'make me cum' 'come see me' 'use me' 'me me me'.

I'm fucking tired of it. I am bled dry. I cannot do it.

I don't know why we have sunk so low as a human race to be comfortable with constantly asking for things and being selfish but that's not me. I don't respect men who ask for things bc I would never ask for something. All the expectations I have, I have because I bring them to the table myself.

I am just so tired. I'm hanging on by a thread. I need to be taken care of. I need to be comforted. I need to be uplifted. I need a fucking break from always being the strong one with all the answers. I need a 'dont worry, baby. I got it' person in my life. I need someone to talk to about my heartaches, and soothe them. I need someone to shoulder some of my burden. I need a safe space. I need peace.