Hackneyed. Overused. Trite. Contrived. Vapid. 

How many times do I have to hear this before my eardrums begin to bleed? I’d rather let the blood pool on either side of my head until it dried and rendered me deaf. I’d rather the vessels in my eyes burst and vision leave me than read this again. 

I’ve had sex with five people. None of them enjoyed it. 

My sexual presence in my relationship of 3 years was pathetic and regrettable. We had sex fewer times than months we were together. By a wide margin. 

I learned to love myself a long time ago. I seem to be having trouble remembering how to do so properly. 

The first person who I’ve ever felt a true physical connection with implies reciprocation is a pipe dream. 

I don’t know what to do with myself or how to feel.