Vvvestal

relapsing, going insane, gooning... fuck...

obsessive daydreaming of my age-old ultimate fantasy. opening an unknown package found among my mail, revealing the contents, only to freeze in complete shock of the sight of a ziploc bag filled with a pair of no-show socks, so heavily worn and perfectly damp. a personal letter signed with the name of a long-past obsession that makes my stomach turn even further. her payment info mocking me effortlessly. she called the bluff in my farewell that held lies to myself and to her. sick with the memory that i begged for this, while pouring my heart out, intoxicated with sexual desire. the walls i've built to protect against temptation defeated so effortlessly by a trojan horse. i'm shaking. it's far too late and i know it. "...but i gave this all up" 😖

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Thinking about how the addiction to worn socks will never go away…