it seems he only wants me when he wants my body. it’s like he sees me as nothing more than a thing that exists for his pleasure. and I am so starved for affection, that I convince myself it’s love. I am so starved for anything that resembles intimacy that I eat up whatever is put in front of me. it seems he only wants me when he wants my body, so I deliver. because I’d rather him want me for my body than not want me at all.
