Just got home from another exhausting shift at the cashier. Fucking hate how people stare at my tits like they’ve never seen a pair before. But hey, if they wanna pay for their shit while drooling, that’s their problem. Still, can’t shake the loneliness tonight. Miss having someone’s hands on me, someone who actually gave a fuck about more than just my body. Remember how you used to trace my curves like you were memorizing them? Fuck, I’d give anything to feel that again. Maybe I’m just drunk and sentimental, but I’d let you ruin me all over again if it meant feeling wanted. #GothGirlProblems #Regret