Laying down for my first sleep in my new London flat!
Met the nicest people in my transit between Amsterdam and London. A Southend couple who went to Amsterdam for the day to shop, a young woman who wants to move to Holland and has been transiting between the two for 12 years but is timid and a bit scared, two lowly kiwi girls who let me cut the boarder security line with them, and two really sweet Brazilian boys on the train from the airport who insisted on carrying my luggage down and up the train station stairs despite being half dead and having so much luggage of their own. I love people sometimes, how nice.
Anonymous said: I was just curious, I'm sorry. I figured it might be quite a few because of how liberal (and hot) you are
Oh. No. Only two. People intimidate and terrify me.
Anonymous said: How many people have you had sex with...?
Not many at all. Why?
Anonymous said: boys are gross tbh
i’m stress scratching and i don’t know why, what am i stressed about? apart from the obvious immigrating to london thing.
every once in a while i’ll make an off hand comment about my childhood or family and i’m like, maybe i’m more affected by this shit than i lead on or know. i go on and on about the more recent events of my life and tend to overlook my upbringing and i just wonder sometimes.
i’m obsessed with understanding myself.
i’m sorry i have so much time on my hands right now and am constantly posting.
Anonymous said: what do you think has soured you to men? For me I found that the more female friends I made, and the more they shared their experiences the more disgusting boys became. Like I am sure there are some good eggs, but I haven't met them lol
yeah, basically! he stories i’ve heard, man, i just can’t believe it but at the same time it never shocks me. i only have about……. 2 or 3 male friends? because every guy i meet is so shitty and problematic and all my ladies are so great and not, and i do not waste my time on people i don’t connect with so.
i’ve also had dodgy personal experiences with men and the more i reflect upon them with retrospect etc the more i realise how fucking shitty it all was. travelling has also soured me, getting cat called and feeling threatened by men when alone or with friends.
i was basically born with trust issues, and then growing up and learning about the world has just about made me impossibly untrusting of men in every single way, even in casual interactions.