Only Lord knows how I wish to bear the sensation of my bones being ground to dust, by flesh being crushed into a pulp between the jaws of those THICC thighs.
I want nothing more than to be left as a sad, red, wet blob to bear witness to this goddess washing my blood off her legs.
If you haven’t tried, maybe give therapy a go. But no need to pay heed to something from a stranger, maybe talk to a friend or loved one first for advice.
This is pretty much my issue too. I have absolutely horrendous double standards.
"It's fine, no worries friend you can make a mistake, you're only human of course."
"I'm an absolute moron, a complete waste of oxygen, how could I possibly drop that pencil? If they weren't attached to me I'd drop my own damn hands! How could I be so absurd to think I deserve to find a partner when I can't even properly hold a pencil!?"