Any ambition I obtain is shut down with “no”. Never, not now, never let’s make it work, just no.

I hate the word “no”.

I’ve heard “no” for so long that I’ve lost myself trying to fit the perfect box someone else has built for me.

I don’t know who I am anymore. I don’t have ambitions. I don’t have desires. I don’t have passions when I’m living under oppression.

I’m in love with the way you give me freedom to choose to be myself.

He has this intoxicating way of staring into the very depths of my soul.

His eyes hypnotizing, calling out to me, yearning me to bend to his will.

— And I do. Every single time.