Some nanny on WordPress could very well tell me I'm revolting for discussing enjoying cartoon porn.
Vent. Don't care if people read this. It's hard to describe this feeling. A feeling that I am ugly and unlovable, even in all my efforts, I cannot escape it. I am indulging in this dark voice by writing about it however, I am also telling it to shut up. I went into the Adelaide… Continue reading Self loathing