You know that scene in Mulholland Drive where that chick is masturbating desperately while weeping inconsolably? Here on planet February, my life feels a lot like that.

That scene disturbs me because it is the most earnest physical manifestation of how I genuinely feel

Having trouble separating love and sexuality, seeking shallow tactile comforts, abusing the same feedback loop, yielding onl...

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