It's true:

I am a massive attention whore.

On a slightly unrelated note:

I remember the days when I was afraid of physical contact. I remember that I used to be terrified of kissing, because my first kiss was so bad it made me physically ill.

And now I can't stand not being able to cuddle up to someone at night. (Though sleeping alone has the merit of being quieter.)

And I've lost most of my sense of shame. This is probably a good thing, but it might not be.

At the same time, I'm not sure where the future's going. Right now I'm in an okay place. But it's stasis, I think. And it's going to change.

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Right now, I want to take you in my arms and hold you. Habits are hard to break. But I think, right now, it's a protective sort of holding. There's still a lingering anger, but I think it's because I can't help you.

If I could see the future, I'd tell you what to do. As it is, I say you go for it.

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I think I feel a boundary shattering.

Because she's a wimp:

Willow: I have images of you going dominatrix....^^
Alex: *pose*
Willow: And telling. It's so weird.
Alex: *l*
Alex: "Love her or I'll beat it into you! Ahahahahaha!!"
Willow: *laughs* That's rather frightening. ^_^
Alex: *whip crack*
Alex: Yes, yes it is. ^_______^