Sunday, February 27, 2011

Shake your head, It's empty.

I remembered what it is I like about sex: what I like about sex is that I can lose myself in it entirely. Sex, in fact, is the most absorbing activity I have discovered in adulthood. Sex is the only thing I've found like that as a grown-up, give or take the odd film: books are no longer like that once you're out of your teens, and I've certainly never found it in my work. All the horrible pre-sex self-consciousness drains out of me, and I forget where I am, the time of day...and yes, I forget who I'm with, for the time being.
- High Fidelity, Nick Hornby

I feel used up, like my spirit has slowly been sucked away and there's little left. I don't see the point in washing my hair, going out or even waking up in the morning. I feel like I'm going through the motions and not actually connecting with anything around me. Walking down the street today, I didn't even feel like I existed, that I was hollow and empty.

And the boys, there hands and lips just exhaust me. I'm nothing but a rag-doll to them but as much as that makes me sick, I'm an addict for the attention. Like an alcoholic that is aware their habit is self damaging but still cannot stop, It's something I feel like I have very little control over.

songs on high repetition:
Born This Way by Lady Gaga
On the Bound by Fiona Apple
Drumming Song by Florence + The Machine
I Follow Rivers by Lykke Li