I wish I can say these days were the dates I've looked forward to. There goes the saying: The more you expect, the greater the disappointment. Perhaps I've taken things too seriously too fast. More likely I've deluded myself into nothingness. I am, after all this time, the second woman, the non-physically present girlfriend, the paid whore, the occasional booty call, among any number of other things, but never a real girlfriend.- courtesy sarong party girl.

I've learnt my place.
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The occasional pang of hunger wormed its way in. Cravings for cheese & cheese. I feel a pregnant woman. I do wish my SugarDaddy'll materialise soon. Ease the Spiralling Death in me.

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Offer: Stay up all night at Marina South Carnival. So-called platonic. My ass. I'll fall asleep on my feet there. What then?