NAME THAT BRIDGE
hes really fucking good
one of my loves in life is mary
i would love to have sex with JK Rowling because after i nut she would tell me an amazing story
routine
every morning when i wake up its the same thing all i do is lay on bed and think about women,debt and how loud my neighbors are. So i try to force myself back to sleep which works sometimes but other times i just lay in bed with all my thoughts, and a massive erection. As the debt piles up and my economic state starts to head down the pipes, i realize that if i where to find someone, what do i have to offer. To be honest i don’t know what i can offer, my heart but, in today’s society its not enough. So i just lay there in bed just making up scenarios in my head where it would be better, where i do have that someone just to be with, and its amazing because it feels good to be happy,at least in dreams. No one can take that away from me but soon after i wake up, only to see that i have slept for about 20 minutes, the neighbors are still loud and now i my gramma is coming in and out, so i pretend im sleeping so she doesn’t ask me anything. Its sad but its been like this for a good amount of years. In the end i just want someone to be able to connect with me, seems impossible to find, im thinking in my head if i where to find that someone, she could be that driving force that would get me out of this depression that i have been in since long ago. Right now your probably like “yeah stop being dependent on others to be happy” this is very true, but its quite the feat when we are social creatures. So and the midst of all these thoughts i just continue to lay there on my bed and just wonder in thoughts untill something happens. Just laying crippled by my thoughts, crippled by my lost self motivation because i dont care anymore. Do i really need saving?




