i suppose it was my fault
for bearing my soul out
to a stranger over text.
i guess i did that
because i was depressed,
which i guess is my fault too.
if you ask me what 
i want to do to you one more time, i swear.
we have the same fucking conversations
over and over and over and over...
you're a guy and like dom women.
it's not that fucking radical!
and no – me pretending to be dom 
is not some profound revelation of who i am.
it is my lithium not working,
and me trying to do anything
to keep myself from being bored and dying.
i think i knew deep down
that you figured out what i was looking for
and created a bunch of fake accounts,
so that i was talking to the same person
over and over and over.
it's sad, isn't it?
that i was so low.
i didn't really give a shit who i was talking to.
Context:
This is about the embarrassment I felt for having multiple texting relationships where I bore my heart out to strangers and also engaged in sexual banter and different kinks with them. I feel stupid for trusting something vulnerable to people I didn't really know and who could have been catfishing me. I had several people talk to me one after another who were all similar to one another in how they looked and talked, and I think it was probably the same person catfishing me over and over. I pretended it wasn't the case, because I was desperate for connection. I still feel embarrassed about that. But that's where I was at emotionally.
To the Person This Is About:
I hope you find a relationship that fulfills what you’re looking for, because it seems like that’s something you deeply want. In a strange way, I also want to thank you for being there for me during a really dark time, even if most of our conversations were about sex.
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