I have been thinking of my secrets. The things I havent told anyone.
Lets see...
I smoked marijuana. A couple times. Nothing major. Most of my friends know, but not my family.
I have gone to a gay night club. Male gay, for a party. Nothing overly traumatic.
I have driven while drunk.
I used to cut. Back in the days of the Dead Roomie. She made me feel so horrible about myself. Telling me how I was the worst thing to happen to her. I lost control of my life and I cut my arms. The feeling of the epidermal layer splitting along the edge of the knife...was orgasmic. All my anger and pain was relieved for a few days. As soon as she was out of my life, the knife never met my skin again. I dont even miss it.
I slept with someone I just met. Dead Roomie wanted to watch. I couldnt do it. Just eww. Bad enough she was fucking her boyfriend in my bed. Then, a few weeks later, sleeps with her girlfriend on the floor beside the sofa I was sleeping on. Just ewwwww!! A memory I wish I could forget!
There are probably more secrets. I just cant think of them right now.
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