Hey guys,
Just ended another relationship. This one lasted two whole months—a personal record for me.
The Tea
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I’m 28. Had a messed-up childhood (abuse, hypersexuality, you name it). I jerk off way too much, used to be hooked on porn, and even did sex work (against my will, but that’s another story—posted here before, if you’re curious).
Also battled addiction, but I’ve been clean since 12/15/2024.
Got diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder two years ago. Last manic episode? December—when I stupidly quit my meds and relapsed.
Now I’m back on track: therapy, Olanzapina (shoutout to Lady Gaga’s meds, lol), and actually doing okay.
Oh, and I’m in college. I’m a decent person… I think? LOL.
Anyway, yeah—I’ve got a lot of baggage.
But why do I only attract people who wanna use me? Nobody sticks around to build a life together.
This last guy? Older dude from Grindr.
Never introduced me to his family, just friends. Got pissed when I refused to go to booze/drug-heavy places (hello, sobriety and triggers?).
Then he dumped me after finding out about my past, saying I’m probably diseased.
Spoiler: This man never wanted condoms or asked for my STD status.
Meanwhile, I’m over here: PrEP, regular testing every 6 months, and trying to use protection (but y’all know how guys are about condoms these days).
Maybe I’m looking for love in all the wrong places.
Maybe I shouldn’t even be looking.
But is it too much to ask for someone who wants something real and accepts my messy self?
Truth? I don’t think I’ve ever been loved. Used? Absolutely.
My sexually liberated vibe probably scares off normal people. But I’m not about to date some conservative hypocrite.
Maybe I’m just ugly as sin.
(Though I know I’m good in bed—no hang-ups, versatile, down for almost anything.)
There was this cute guy in college… until he ghosted me over my promiscuous past.
Anyone else struggle like this? Or are you all "I don’t need anyone" (but low-key desperate for love)?
Anyway, guess I’ll die alone. LOL (drama queen exit).
There’s this Brazilian band, Los Hermanos, with a song called "O Último Romântico" ("The Last Romantic").
Maybe I’m the "The Last Promiscuous Romantic" edition.
Just ended another relationship. This one lasted two whole months—a personal record for me.
The Tea
️ I’m 28. Had a messed-up childhood (abuse, hypersexuality, you name it). I jerk off way too much, used to be hooked on porn, and even did sex work (against my will, but that’s another story—posted here before, if you’re curious).
Also battled addiction, but I’ve been clean since 12/15/2024.
Got diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder two years ago. Last manic episode? December—when I stupidly quit my meds and relapsed.
Now I’m back on track: therapy, Olanzapina (shoutout to Lady Gaga’s meds, lol), and actually doing okay.
Oh, and I’m in college. I’m a decent person… I think? LOL.
Anyway, yeah—I’ve got a lot of baggage.
But why do I only attract people who wanna use me? Nobody sticks around to build a life together.
This last guy? Older dude from Grindr.
Never introduced me to his family, just friends. Got pissed when I refused to go to booze/drug-heavy places (hello, sobriety and triggers?).
Then he dumped me after finding out about my past, saying I’m probably diseased.
Spoiler: This man never wanted condoms or asked for my STD status.
Meanwhile, I’m over here: PrEP, regular testing every 6 months, and trying to use protection (but y’all know how guys are about condoms these days).
Maybe I’m looking for love in all the wrong places.
Maybe I shouldn’t even be looking.
But is it too much to ask for someone who wants something real and accepts my messy self?
Truth? I don’t think I’ve ever been loved. Used? Absolutely.
My sexually liberated vibe probably scares off normal people. But I’m not about to date some conservative hypocrite.
Maybe I’m just ugly as sin.
(Though I know I’m good in bed—no hang-ups, versatile, down for almost anything.)
There was this cute guy in college… until he ghosted me over my promiscuous past.
Anyone else struggle like this? Or are you all "I don’t need anyone" (but low-key desperate for love)?
Anyway, guess I’ll die alone. LOL (drama queen exit).
There’s this Brazilian band, Los Hermanos, with a song called "O Último Romântico" ("The Last Romantic").
Maybe I’m the "The Last Promiscuous Romantic" edition.
