| | 10417 | | I spent my whole life thinking I was a good person, but I'm not. I'm just as selfish as the people I despise. Aren't epiphanies fun? | | | | | 10416 | | I'm a guy and I've got 4 buddys, their straight, but each one has at one time or nother had his dick in me, last night all 5 of us were in the same car, I thought it was funny that they all know that I've got a special buddy, and that none of them know about each other. | | | | | 10415 | | I like guys with big dicks, but I'm a guy to. | | | | | 10414 | | Lose. | | | | | 10413 | | I'm a gay teenager and I think I'm falling in love with my best friend. He knows I'm gay, but he doesn't know I feel this way. I'm too afraid to tell him, since I'm afraid it will ruin our friendship. | | | | | 10411 | | I like beans. | | | | | 10409 | | I cut because of many things. My body is one of these things. I miss my old therapist. I miss her. I've almost forgotten about nurture. Instead I am bent on hating myself. Again. | | | | | 10408 | | I once mailed a used maxi pad to a girl I did not like. I got a special pleasure from thinking about her reaching into the large envelope and getting her little mitts all over my uterine lining. | | | | | 10407 | | Everyone likes me except me. | | | | | 10405 | | I figured I was never going marry or even have a long relationship, or if I was it was going to be decades off. I can't stand most humans, I hate the games women play and I don't think I've ever loved anyone in any capacity in my life. The closest thing to love I've had would be my parents and I feel admiration and gratitude toward them at most. So I quit my job and was preparing to go a route in which I would be alone and a few days later I meet this woman. We get along famously, have plenty in common and share the same core values. She also has a temper, can be irrational and annoying at times but overall she's wonderful. Now months later, she's decided I'm the one. Her plans include marriage, kids, pets, homes, steady jobs...while I wasn't sure I would survive to 30. I figured if I got that far without being killed I might have a chance at a "normal" life. I did a 9-5 job for a year and a half before I got sick of it, and that was a job I enjoyed doing. I don't know if I could live like she wants to. Yet I think I'm on to something good with her and I fear if I give it up I won't be able to find it again. Do I take the more assured life with her, even though it may not work, and hope to find happiness as a family man. Or do I bet it all on the deep desire to be powerful and respected even though it may not be the black paradise I imagine. | | |
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