In my childhood. A sense of alienation I learned from having many siblings. The budding need for recognition. The abnormal obsession with beauty inherited from my mother. I want to be seen more! I want to be noticed! I want to be beautiful! The days possessed by sex. The more I adorn myself, the more my self-loathing and desire for humiliation swell. This isn't really me... I want more! I want to be utterly defiled, covered in semen, and dirtied! Despite being such a hopeless sow, please, masturbate to me.