I was laying on a bed in the dark thinking about my feelings while listening to some relaxing music today. And then later I got up and sat at my desk, and continued to do the same thing. And then for some reason I started wondering about what it might feel like to have a one night stand.
Intimacy is a precious thing, to me. And there are times that I feel so empty, such... Emotional nothingness that... I don't know.
But I think that's how I would feel if I ever had a one night stand. Used, or useless.
I want to feel elated about something. Excited or thrilled about some amazing thing. But every night, all I end up feeling is lackluster. And every night I toss and turn only to wake up to a morning of restlessness. Why can't I feel like I used to?
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