Part 2 of my boring life – therapy log

Funny how as a little, running around naked is cute and normal. No one cares. Then, mom gets a b/f, I’m all whateverz, he is a nice guy, at first. Then he took it as an invitation. Mom thought it was cute how he took an interest in me. Said I needed a father figure in my life. The baths and showers he took with me, and the times she found him in bed with me, how a father shows his love.  From like 4 years old until she kicked me out of the house at 13, I lost track of how many father figures I had.

Now that I’m living this life, doing what I do, I can’t be modest and the one thing that feels good is the soft sun beating down on my skin, feeling the warmth with a soft breeze – heaven.

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