When I watch porn, I feel like I need hardcore stuff to get off, and I love it - but only until I climax. As soon as I come down I feel disgusted and sad by what I was watching.
Bye aized take care, know that you will always have a piece of my heart. The end 🍃
I think my life is worse then it actually is. In my head I feel like the world is aginst me but its really me fighting with myself because I feel like I need to be perfect with everything.
It's getting dark outside, & I'm alone in my car, in the distance I can hear children screaming and yelling playing on the playground. I wish I could rewind time to that age.. not a care in the world. being an adult sucks, I'm currently living out of my car but hey at least it's summer time. winter was brutal.. just when I thought I had turned things around, I lost my job and here I am again.. being pretty gets you nowhere in life. Just look at me, I can look great on the outside, but the insides a different story.
Today, I realized, I hurt someone's feelings.
I needed that call. I need to remember that a good deal of these customers are good people and not bitchass motherfuckers. That dude was cool. That felt good.
Everyday, I'm afraid.... I fear of losing them. I can't imagine myself.
I've had no sex drive for months. I haven't even had the urge to masturbate, and even when I'd try just to see if I could get the gears going, it was just unenjoyable because I couldn't get wet. But I finally got my drive back and I'm so damn glad I could finally get off. Mentally, the desire was there, but physically, I just couldn't get myself in the mood. Only problem now is I'm constantly horny.
Most people at my work that I cared about are quitting. So far I can think of at least 8 people that quit. It bums me out seeing empty desks and realizing how long it's been since I saw someone. I miss them. I'm worried I won't have anyone I care about at work.
I am 22 years old. Looking back on my life and analyzing behaviors I exhibit, I suspect that I may have a mild form of autism. I want to get tested, but I'm too afraid of my mom belittling me. Any time I suspect I may have some sickness or condition, she puts me down- even if I end up having it. She thinks I just want things to be wrong with me. The truth is, I just want answers. I want reasons. Not excuses.