| | 10369 | | I don't enjoy sex very much. I feel bad because my boyfriend absolutely loves it and it means so much to him, but I'm indifferent toward it. Most of the time I am just too lazy. Every time we do it he has to plead with me for about a half hour until I give in and let him.
The same goes with kissing, a lot of the time. I don't like it with tongue. It's just dumb. I don't see how someone sticking their tingue in your mouth is supposed to be hot. It's wet and just annoying. And I get bored with any kind of kissing if it lasts more than about 10 minutes. It's just not that entertaining.
I would MUCH prefer cuddling. That's really all I need. | | | | | 10368 | | I used to pretend that I was a pretty little mare horse, that is untill one day I teased this stud a little too long, and he showed me what happens when a mare does that. | | | | | 10365 | | I'd really love to cry right now, and I don't even know why. | | | | | 10363 | | I hadn't done it in months. I just did it. I'm so pissed I think I'm going to break something. But I know that won't change what I did. This was the proverbial last straw. I know what I have to do to get where I want and from now on thats all I'm going to think about. | | | | | 10362 | | I seem like this really happy person but all I can think about is dying. | | | | | 10361 | | i go from being insanely overwhelmingly happy to a stark realisation that this happiness does not come from anything in my life. Basking in this reflected happiness that others share is like dying of thirst on the edge of a lake. It would seem so simple to go forth and be alone no more but it all seems forbidden, strictly reserved for others. | | | | | 10360 | | i fear how i feel about him | | | | | 10359 | | i think humans are pretty pathetic animals. and we are animals, even though we tend to think we're in a different category. we're just really smart animals. i tell you what though, our intelligence has outstripped our moral reasoning, and we are like a filthy little accident. if you gave me the option, i would blow up the world, because that's what you do with a disease, you kill it. | | | | | 10355 | | You know sometimes I wonder if my life is really that blessed or if I just think it is. Then I think: Does it matter? Either way I'm thankful. | | | | | 10354 | | i wish she would just go away. new job, broken legs.. something. i wish more that i could just get the f over it. | | |
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