I think of how easily I could **** people far too wistfully and far too often. I don't fantasize about a boy sweeping me off my feet the way I used to anymore, I daydream about killing the people who hurt me so badly I can't be fixed. I don't think that's a good thing.
half the time,
the person who broke me so badly who I want to **** is myself though.
It's a series. Feel free to add to it. Title is self-explanatory. Literally, any spontaneous thought no matter how weird (like mine), funny, sad, deep, dark, scary, happy, thoughtful, or random.
Just include the hashtag #spontaneousthoughts and use the same title as mine: Spontaneous Thoughts (Series)
also feel free to message me to let me know you added to my series so I can read it.
