It’s only in the night, when I’m handing him those little pills, do I realise the deadliness of the disease.


Had sex with him after a long long long time. I could cause I don’t care about him. Some deep psychological shit. He’s still as mean as ever.

I’m thinking of starting in PrEPs.


When I was feeling low, when we had a fight (because I was cheating on you), Mom said, ‘Don’t beat yourself about it. Everyone cheats in a relationship, maybe he did too but never got caught. Just ’cause you got caught doesn’t mean you should be so hard on yourself.’