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Do worse to yourself than your enemies ever would. That way when they decide to get a piece of you, you can laugh at how weak they are.
Isn't it interesting how someone could be so satisfied by simply being in pain? So much so that it becomes the basis for their reality. My soul would cry for her...my body lust for her. My body and mind seem so contrasting. How is it that the desire to destroy, to use, to violate something so badly can co-exist with a desire to save, to protect, and show something true happiness? I'm quite interested to see which would be the victor in such a situation.
need a milk maid, Lactation is a wonderful thing. heh.
For one....I did not intentionally get that girl drunk to have sex with her. She just wouldn't stop drinking and she happened to be into me. For another! Sure that other girl was married, but she happened to be into the rough stuff and she was flirty...how was I to know she didn't want me to have my way with her? And another thing! Sorry bro, didn't mean to get with your mom. But hey, shit happens and that shit was fun lol
Hmm, well apparently there are a couple freaks around here who are capable of giving me a good time. Glad to finally put that rope, duct tape and clothes pins to good use. heh
Alright, so here's my story. I was a virgin until I was 20, never drank never smoked. I was in the military but I've never really broken out of my shell. I started smoking about a year ago, I hate the damn habit. I'd even quit if I had enough time to kill detoxing. I spent most of my teenage years doing poetry, philosophy and gaming. Poetry and philosophy are beautiful arts. But gaming is a hard thing to get out of. I've been reflecting on my younger years so much now that most of my drive and aggressiveness is killed because I still think about how it seemed no-one wanted me when I was younger. I like younger women and I like older women. Preferably younger for the energy, but older definitely has experience and are more stable. I'm thin, I sit around....I've gotten lazy. At a time in my life I finally figured out what I wanted....I want to let out my aggressive side, it's a hard nut to crack to be honest. I love martial arts, I love fighting...I need pain to feel alive. I need the thrill of being pushed to the edge. My diet is about as healthy as your typical farm pig. I'm creative....yet my creativity has pretty much been shot down the drain after sitting around and playing games all damn day and worrying about working at a fucking grocery store and pushing carts. I think the best way to describe me would be "down but not out". I have the capability of wonderful and extreme things, yet I need drive. I have stories to tell; some good, some bad, and some that are quite hilarious. I am not a social person....yet I push myself to be. Even though people are poison. Just being around them affects you in some way or another, eventually you see yourself doing things that you've seen them do. I'd like to experience everything life has to offer, at least before what's left of me is found in some gulley somewhere shriveled up with little to say at my funeral except for how good of a boy I was and the hobbies I had that put me in such a position in the first place. I'm 23....lived with my grandma for 2 years, working part time and helping a friend get back on his feet. 150 dollars this week, 40 spent on groceries for him and 35 dollars went to paying for his girlfriends gas to come and see him and rent movies to keep them entertained, not to mention my 20 dollar phone bill... so 55 dollars to get me through the week. Not enough to pay for entertainment...just enough to pay for food and gas basically. I'll sit at home, I'll be patient and wait for the week to go by to get another shitty paycheck. Oh, and my love life is shit. Haven't even gone a full session with a girl in maybe a year. There's always been problems. And I think most girls are afraid of my curious yet stern demeanor...But that's what comes with it. I am curious....there's more to me than even I know, and I'm mad...I'm mad because I want to be elsewhere, I want to be a different person. A person who isn't afraid of the consequences. A person who doesn't have to worry about my job if I see a girl I'm attracted to at work and I'm afraid of getting in trouble and fired. I want to be everything I am. Pure... Strong.... Determined and Capable. There are men more confident and goodlooking than I am, sure. But ya know.....I have more room for change, and I'm positive that I can be the best there is. Well...that's enough about me, you know my story.
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