i'll never post this. You'll never read it. i dont know why i'm writing it. I guess its little more than a private pity party, and i'm the only one ever invited.

Sometimes i feel as if i can do nothing right. Its ALWAYS the wrong time. I'm never good enough. EVER. Yeah, you tell me different. But words are so easy. Its so easy to lie. This collar is meaningless. i'm little more than a quiet obedient girlfriend. i'm not a submissive any more. my heart aches all the time. i'm screaming inside for your touch. WHY CANT YOU SEE THAT? i need you. i