The truth stings, doesn’t it? You don’t hate being weak. You hate that you can’t admit how much you love it. The second someone calls you out, you melt. The second someone commands you, you comply. That’s not confusion. That’s instinct.
For a nanosecond you thought you caught a glimpse of heaven.. This is what you need though.. denial is what truly gets you horny and weak. Like a true loser.
