Why do people lie to themselves? I mean, who are you(as in me/you, myself/yourself) kidding? No one knows us better than we know ourselves. Why lie to ourselves about what we want,or need, like or dislike? Why lie about our true feelings?

Why can’t I just admit it…?

I don’t like wearing anything but panties to bed, but when I do wear a shirt I end up pulling it up above my boobs. I like having them free. At this very moment they’re freely hanging out. (which feel amazing by the way after having them restricted in a bra the whole day) also, my boyfriend is sleeping and I still get managed to get man handled. It’s like his hands always find a way to my breasts no matter what position I’m laying in. Oh well. Haha I guess that just let’s me know just how much he loves them.