The escort is going to write a blog.
And what about, exactly?! Are you kidding or what? Maybe advanced cock-sucking techniques? A guide to sex positions? How to open your throat for a deep throat without choking?
It’ll be more of a journal— an ambassador for my tangled thoughts.
Haha, practically Rapunzel.
I want to understand myself, to tame my loneliness; I’m a visual person, letters as a form of logarithm and nothing human is alien to me.
It’ll either be a waste of time or a journey inward. An outpouring, a flood, an autonomous monologue.
There’s no obligation to read, though the urge to write is certainly there.
Privileged enough to own a watch, yet I never know what time it is. Constantly running a little late, lost in space, and distracted by ADHD... A scatterbrained perfectionist who prefers to bypass precious time...
I’m so sleepy...
Monday,07/20/26
I dreamt I woke up. The bed was a desert island. Emptiness— a perfect black hole. I no longer know if it’s tomorrow, yesterday, or maybe today.
Where are my tigers?
And the backpack with my outfits?
Well, that’s that, then.
Stay up, or go back to sleep?
Come on, girl! No one else is going to live your life for you. The point of it all is loving yourself and another person. From the bottom of your heart, with empathy— you’re capable of that, after all.
Chinaman said that everything is temporary.Wise words.
Someday I’ll wake up for real...
I’ll love you all, I’ll learn to like myself too, and in the end, everything will be simple.
Peace and love
