When I crash and burn I tend to follow it with stupid behavior.
I cut myself, lie in despair on the couch. Go on dating sites to find random men to fuck so I can feel some affection and prove myself to be trash at the same time.
What I really need I’m not going to bother typing out again. I’ve posted it many times.
But I’ll give you a hint with one word: validation.
But what’s the point of even mentioning it. It never happens. Or it happens once and that’s it. And once doesn’t cut it.