can’t help the scorpio in me… i can’t help but feel i’m being played.. or he’s going to leave me once he gets what he wants.. or he’ll hurt me.. or he’s not who he seems to be or there’s somebody else. i don’t want to ruin what could be real with my own past trauma/projections
such a turn off when a man asks me wtf I do for a living…. like, you pussy bitch why does that matter? YOURE THE MAN, THE (supposed) PROVIDER. I should be asking your punk ass that