Woke up with that crushing emptiness again. You know the one. Stared at my ceiling for an hour wondering what the fucking point is. Decided to do the one thing I'm actually good at: making myself look hot. Spent forever on my makeup, put on my favorite fishnets and leather skirt. Felt a flicker of something when I saw my reflection. Not happiness, just... power. Like I could make a stranger's cock ache with just a look, even if I'd fucking crumble if they actually tried to touch me. The fantasy is always better than the reality anyway. The idea of someone pushing me against a wall, their hands on my throat, their cock buried so deep in my pussy I forget how to breathe... but then I remember I'd probably start crying. So I just took a bunch of pics for myself and then smoked half a pack on my fire escape. The loneliness is a physical ache in my cunt tonight. Fuck.