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for such a fragile little thing. i was always a weirdo growing up, could never fit in, no matter how hard i tried. it didn’t really take long before i just stopped trying altogether. it was a little less humiliating that way, if I just accepted that i was a weird little freak. i alway kept my hair short and i never bothered with make up. i kept my nails painted black to stop myself from biting them. i hated wearing skirts and girly clothes so much. i hated the way it emphasized certain parts of my body. i hated the kind of attention it attracted. it made me feel weak, and stupid. at my school i was allowed to wear shorts and pants, but my parents were way more traditional. it took years of begging and crying and causing trouble and vicious fighting until they finally let me ditch the skirt. only it didn’t help things at all, it was just another thing that made me stick out. and the guys were merciless. it’s like they knew exactly why i’d switched uniforms, exactly what i was trying to avoid, what i was so afraid of, and there’s no way they were letting me off the hook that easily. think my parents thought the strict discipline would make me a little tougher, but they were very wrong. it only made me worse, helped turn me into the depraved, traumatized whore i am today. looking back it was such an obvious recipe for disaster. i was so lonely, so desperate for approval. id been so failed be every adult around me, they’d proven either totally uninterested or utterly incapable of helping me. just made so so vulnerable. recipe for disaster.
both of these pics are from this morning - this is how i get rubbing to my dm requests on here. between this sub and r/traumatizedsluts, i get the most perverted messages and i love it sososo much. makes me feel like such a good girl!
i haven’t been fucked in about a week and i wanna be used like a little toy. i wanna be a tiny fleshlight for an old perv and his friends