Behold Her

by Emily Antoinette

For all of us who just want to be seen. And railed the way we dream about.

I realize how absurd it is that spilling a bag of chips pushed me over the edge into a full meltdown, but it’s been coming for a while. Dissociating with video games and books, doing anything I can to ignore my empty shell of an existence only works so long before I crash back down to reality.

I’d suggest getting a drink, but there’s no bar.

Weird club with no bar

She seems like a woman who is sick of making all the decisions.

Arent we all

Jesus, this is so awkward. “In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m fat.” His expression turns bemused. “What does that have to do with anything?”

Lol

My depression only exacerbated that over the past few months.

Magic dick cures depression

He pretends to be a monster and fucks me like a whore.

Llol

She doesn’t stay to listen, walking out of the alley and across the street. She doesn’t even look back, and for once, I find myself unable to chase her.

😤

“You know how you’re so upset that people judge you because you’re fat? Well, how do you think Max feels?” “It’s not the same! It’s part of who he is. Part of his nature.”

Lol and being fat isnt who you are?

“Aragorn, lend me your strength,”

LOL

“Not Queen Mona, heir of Isildur and wielder of Andúril?” Max interrupts with a smirk. Wow, who knew he was as much of a nerd as I am? I pause to consider. “Hmm, maybe save that for when you introduce me to people.” “Of course, my savior,”

Lmao

“Never thought you’d be banging the King of Gondor, did you?” I ask, stepping forward to kiss his jaw. He snorts and tips his head down to claim my lips. “No, can’t say I did.

Lol