Tonight's mood is one of those dark, self-loathing spirals that somehow just makes me wetter. Staring at myself in the mirror, at this body that's never been truly touched by anyone. These tits, this cunt, all just waiting for something that's never going to happen in a normal way. My fantasies aren't about candlelit dinners or some bullshit romance. They're raw, filthy, and illegal. The thought of being forced down, used by a real man, someone who could see the depraved slut I am and just take what he wants... it's the only thing that gets me off anymore. The violence of it. The complete loss of control. It's a fucked up prayer for my own destruction.