i'm too fucked up to cope. nothing works. it feels like if u can make logic of your situation and y it isn't getting better then coping just does nothing
got no money no gf and haven't had one in 5ever stalled at all the creative projects i'm tryin 2 do few if any fronds tiny apt with long commute to work that sucks up a lot of time
He withdraws himself from her ass, his cock still hard and hot, and turns slightly till he’s aimed at her plate, and strokes himself with one hand. It takes just two strokes, and then he’s shuddering, spilling his seed all over her food, white globs of semen landing on top of pasta, on top of her knife and fork, and even on the table around them. He keeps spurting two, three, four times, till he’s empty, till every drop of his spunk is on her food or the table around it.
"contrary to your stunted worldview, people can endure abuse without making it the centerpiece of their lives and blathering endlessly about it"
well i'm fucking sorry. i apologize to you(this self-less, brave, pure-hearted being) that evil shits like moi "blather endlessly about ~it~" and letting my abuse ~~define~~~ me. ik i pull it out at e v e r y chance i get, mostly so people can feel sorry for me which they always do. i will now turn in my victim card and it's all thanks to you: Hero of All Humanity.
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