Dirty

I’m a really dirty person, I hate to wash myself or wash my hair. I do it because I have to not because I enjoy it. I love playing with ink, pens and crayons, get my hands and face dirty. I’m messy and I eat like a dog, devouring my food, barely chewing. Always ready to gag, strangling myself.

When I work out I don’t quit until I’m close to fainting. Catharsis is my forever objective.

Unravelling my tangled soul one thought at a time.

If it is the dirty element that gives pleasure to the act of lust, then the dirtier it is, the more pleasurable it is bound to be.

Marquis de Sade, The 120 Days of Sodom