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Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.
On a scale of cuddles to rough sex i need everything on the fucking scale.
I don’t know much about relationships. I definitely don’t know anything about love. All I want, like in the world, is to just keep talking to you. I wanna know how your day was; where you wanna eat; and I wanna argue with you; and I wanna hear all your theories — even the ones that are just completely, you know, wrong? And I know it’s not that simple. I just think — no I really believe that if you just, if you’d just be willing to continue having this conversation with me, then we can figure the rest out.