Yesterday D replied to my selfie saying ‘I recognise that lip bite’.
I replied with ‘Could be possible’.
D wants to have me in my bed again.
M messaged me today asking to go for that long awaited coffee.
The conversation ended when I pretended I didn’t have his number saved.
I have no interest in either of them but I don’t want to say.
Trying to be nice and not hurt people becomes a Catch 22. You can hurt them more if you don’t let them know.
That being said, it’s just social media.
I can’t accept responsibility for my binary codes and the allure of my profiles.
I spoke with S in bed. We talked about the community.
We have both made love to D.
As S revealed this, I saw the poster on his wall peel away at the corner.
On Sunday, D sent me a picture of his penis to try and make me go to him.
I ignored it.
I think D is done here. Perhaps I am too.
D sent me a snapchat today telling me he had an appointment at the sexual health clinic.
Good for him.
I feel like there was a hint or motive of some kind here but I don’t know what it is.
D insulted me today and called me a creep.
I told him he was nasty.
He replied ‘nasty4u’.
I didn’t respond.
D. The darling sweetie pie.
If he dares to break our 11 day snapchat streak, I swear he will never see me naked again.
Me and D shared some insulting snaps between each other today.
He insulted the bags under my eyes.
This is banter they say.
He sent a smiling selfie saying ‘kinda like this’
I replied with a smug smiling selfie ‘kinda?’