I'm on the girls varsity soccer team, and after every game my teacher rails me in the supply shed where we keep all of the equipment. If we win, I get anal.
when I get really upset I cut myself and find random men to have sex with. I’m 20 and I don’t see myself living long. I was repeatedly raped as a child and I carry that weight every day. I can’t sleep at night. I have no female friends. my guy friends are only my friends because they want to have sex with me. I live check to check. I’ve only had one boyfriend in the past who cheated on me. I’m only alive because my mother would probably kill herself if she found out I killed myself and I can’t do that to her. I have no motivation to do anything. my boyfriend just broke up with me so I’m alone again. I wish I was able to hate.
Let's just say My happiness is well long gone... It left my life when I was 4 (almost 5) in 2009, September 5th when I genetically received type one diabetes from my father.... This spiraled into a world of bulling and violence given from other children... older children even dared to accuse my parents of being drug dealers. By my first week back at school after my 2 month hospital trip children such as the popular girls with their curls and short skirts had started to fib amongst the nearest adults and spread rumours across the playground with my life tangled in them. I only had the two friends I had managed to make by my side to protect what left I had of sanity... Then there's my crush.... I have managed to keep this crush till this day for it passing over seven years... But his betrayal is going to be revealed later for the years of pain he has caused... (( this is the end of some of my issues since I worry about the note size... ))
I miss your calls , your messages , our late night conversations , your weird way of showing me that you cared for me , your advices. I miss it all. If I had a chance to go back on time, I'd change the actions that lead us to stop talking and I'd make sure to let you know how I really felt about you. Even though we would probably never talk again in our lives. Here and then, I still think of you and that smile of yours that kept me alive.
Is it weird that I love it when my boyfriend takes a nap and he cuddles up to me. I like to push my butt up against him so when he gets hard while he's sleeping I can feel it? it's such a turn on and I just want to unzip his jeans and give him a blow job or have him screw me till I'm screaming..mmmm
its hard to come out, when the society around you becomes so homophobic 🚺
This is going to sound crazy but it is 100 percent true: I had a thing for Asian guys and the first 3 guys I slept with were all Asian. But here's the thing - my virginity only broke with the 4rth guy that was white. I never bled much with any of the Asians, but my virginity properly broke with the white guy. Then the white guy was so amazed that I gave my virginity to him, I didn't have the heart to tell him that he was actually my fourth. So in my experience it is true that Asian men do have small penises.
11/9 was an inside job to invade other countries for petroleum.
I'm very sadistic and it's so hard to hide it from my friends and family
What if heaven was death and hell is life? We living to die and die to live. So why wait for retirement to do what u really want when u could have been living life ur whole life instead of choosing a high paying job that u hate? 75% of ur life is gone and lots of time people don't make it to retirement. So ur life was wasted. If u died tomorrow, would u regret ur road in life?