Do you get yours?

As I lay there, stroking some guy, all I can think about is the guy that really broke my heart. The guy that I wanted for eternity. To never touch another except for him. And how everyone I touch now means nothing, but I’m gonna keep touching, because at this age, my sexual desires need to be met. And since there are plenty willing, I’ll collect my scraps of affection, my orgasms and the pleasure I get from giving, and keep on moving towards my other goals alone. No one is willing or able to match my strength or believe in me, so I will stand alone, stand tall, and get mine.