Well yes obviously, there’s always going to be someone you have a better time with than others. More sexually compatible with one person than I am others.
I’m trapped with my own thoughts constantly. Contact with anyone is just becoming more and more difficult; I can’t answer phone, I can’t text back and I sure as hell cannot carry out a conversation. I feel like my blood is flowing full of panic and worry and my throat and eyes heavy with the want to cry. I just want someone to let me curl up in their lap, whilst they tell me everything is okay and I am okay. Because I don’t fucking feel it, not one bit. I fuck everything up.