What my life looks like....(love sex and money).

nections, and intimacy. These fears have taken root within me, nourished by the soil of past failures and heartbreaks. But in this

p within my being. Memories of past heartbreaks play like a broken record in my mind, reminding me of the pain I once endured. It's as if an invisible b

, cautious even. I've built walls around my heart, shielding myself from potential pain, afraid to expose the tender parts of my soul. But in

d my heart. It's a constant whisper in the depths of my mind, questioning whether anyone will truly stay, whether anyone will see me for who I am and choose to

rt, I refuse to let them define me. I yearn for love that will heal these wounds, that will restore my faith in the