Jmong Photography


I’m just so fucking angry… and hurt.  And I don’t know how to behave.  I want to be a big baby and pout and sulk.  I want to tell my tales of woe and misery from the comfort of my pity pot.  I want to go radio-silent and ignore and become unresponsive.  I want to punish.  I want to hurt.  I want to cry for days and not wash my face or hair.  I want to do inappropriate things with inappropriate people and let someone – anyone – fuck my brains out until I don’t feel anything anymore.
I want to sizzle… and tempt… and seduce.  And leave them standing there with their hard dicks pressed tight against their pants and never let them catch me. 
And I want to be happy.  I want to feel love.  I want to be open and kind and honest.  I want to glow with my own inner radiance and act in a way that is becoming and lovely and attractive.  

Sleep will soon put today’s fight to rest.  Who will I wake up with tomorrow?  Whoever it is, I hope she’s smart enough to use a condom if she decides to fuck around.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

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