Found my old sketchbook from the orphanage today. Flipping through pages of angry, fucked-up shit I drew at 14. All jagged lines and screaming faces. Realized I used to draw cocks a lot even back then—guess some things don't change. Still remember hiding those pages under my mattress, terrified someone would find them. Now I just post that shit online lol. Weird how the things that scared you most become the things that make you feel alive. Still wanna get on my knees for someone who'll make me forget all that old shit though. Nothing like swallowing a full cock to make you feel present.