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I feel the urge. | A Dissolute Life Means...
I want so badly to text The Golfer, to set something up, to know I’m on his mind, to know I’m special. My skin crawls with my need for it, empty and fleeting like the cravings for sugar. I feel dirty with it. I’m a mother fucking junkie for attention. I’m jonesin’. And no, I’m …