Office Bitch Ch. 04
I feel parts of myself returning as i quietly inspect myself. it's the first time i've been able to see all of it.
Prisoner of War[3]: My Pain, My Pleasure
Not that taking it wasn't fun, but stroking myself was just that much more familiar. with a firm grip on myself, i once again brought myself close to orgasm.
Pheonix
My family helps me get back up; i'll not kill myself again.
This is the Part...Where There is More than a Lump Under the Mattress
"feeling _sorry_ for myself?" i repeated. i wasn't feeling sorry for myself. i was being realistic. i didn't know joseph that well. he was sweet, but so were a lot of guys.
Phantom Chronicles: Chapter 12
Slowly i stood up from the steaming waters and placed myself behind the servant before shoving myself in without mercy. no reaction once again even as i brutally forced myself inside it, not even a cry.
All Work and No Play
To myself.
Figuring Things Out--An Introduction
I loved myself. what i became since is chilling, to say the least. in that cell, when i faced myself, i was hardly recognizable. i felt old. i felt worn. what i imagined of myself was an old, beaten and weathered piece of androgynous feline.
When Dreams Become Reality: In a Perfect Alternate Universe (BONUS CHAPTER) Part 2
I said to myself, though i almost couldn't even hear myself speak right there. "i bet tony's probably thinking the same thing."
Reflection
But like a moth to the fucking flame, i bring myself back. nothing's changed. i frown again, and my eyes dart away. the mirror could never lie to me, but i sure wish it would. allow me to stop making myself miserable long enough to introduce myself.
The Clone
I heard myself say dejectedly. although it wasn't me speaking. suddenly my mind was racing. if i hadn't said it then the experiment must have worked. there was a clone of myself.
Endings CH.1 WIP
- - - i fling myself up from the bed, my breath coming in pants and my sweat soaking my ragged shirt, my eyes glance everywhere and nowhere as i gradually calm myself. i look up at the cold gray ceiling with a sigh.
Filth.
Heavily drinking, taking drugs, hurting myself both psychologically and physically - it feels pitiful towards myself that i'm blaming others for the injustice in this world, when i never did anything myself to stop it.