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I’m at whataburger alone. It’s 1:40 am. I miss coming here with you and listening to cool jams. I miss cuddling with you.
Even though I miss you I love being alone and being able to do whatever I want. I love flirting and sleeping with whomever I want. I love dressing the way I want.
I remember meeting people on this platform when everyone changed their daily post aesthetic to match their mood. I met some guys that were such a mood. We dated but no connection was formed. We did however have a lot of fun and my body was satisfied while my mind satiates an intimate moment with someone else’s self-awareness