2016-07-01 at 5:48 PM UTC
There was this girl. The little sister of one of my best (no sex) girlfriends ( how do you fucks call that? A female friend?) anyway.
I wasn't even that interested in her because she's really stupid and a leech but goddammit that slim little body and that tight bubble butt, oh my god. There was permanent sexual tension because she wanted to be accepted and I wanted to stuff my erect penis in her body. She was real flirty and touchy and shit but it was weird because she was my friends little stupid fucking brat sister. She grew closer to me because we hung out and she started smoking weed and acted like she was into graffiti and video games. Stuff I like.
She invited me to take a shower with her but I fucking choked on the spot. Frozen. "Ok, just reply you are on your way, bro. It's time to end this." so I replied that I'm on the way and she's like "Oops, already to late. I'm already dry again..." Obvious tease.
That made me want to conquer her for real. Fooled so easily...
Fast forward a couple days and she messages me to meet up at that pond we used to smoke weed because she has to tell me something. "I won, you are mine now!". Well, my heart was beating fast and all that shit and I went there and then she told me how she loves one of my buddies and how great he is and I'm standing there and "Where is my mind" starts playing in my head while the bitch gets slowely muted. She kept talking and I smiled and nodded back at her but I wasn't even there at all. I was somewhere else. It actually felt like this was the perfect outcome at that time.
I had finally understood all those songs about those girls the famous singers made and how they can drive you to write those fucking songs.
Yea, then I started breaking hearts fo real. Self-sabbotage at its finest. Something I still hate myself for today. I've had a couple of good girls and I miss them all. Fuck that.
2016-07-01 at 5:52 PM UTC
One time the little slut, she was maybe just 16 back then, turned her back to me, arched her back and said "spank me" and I went straight between her cheeks and rubbed her pussy.
Why am I such a fucking loser now?
2016-07-01 at 9:04 PM UTC
HUHSHA YEAH motjaficka. I planned lastnifjt for a "before 11am mcDonalds " comrade breakfast and I spent all night pukijband cufciv robusting these niggas. Built a base, fu kit. MY MOM WOKE Up so I WENT TO SLEEP lawl. I wake up to KNOCK KNOCK on my bedroom door it's 2 friends like okay LSTs go. I'm like ya oi guess THIS WAS ALL MY IDEA ANYWAYS so we eat the foods and then drive aronds from 11-1pm!!!! Two hours of DOOM and anime music. Friend #1 had to do the abilitify nap and pineapple up the ASD. Friend #2 herp a derped. Me and the pilot with vehicle (friend #1 drove circles for TWO HOURS.) I was drankin a 40 and hes like white boi whohgwe let's get meth and MDMA. I'm like UEEEEEEAAAJJYYEAH FUCLING RIGHT YOU CANT VEY DRUGS. He messages 100 ppl on phone and they all say IM.A FUCKIN PEDPFILE CIZ SOME NIGGA GUCKING JSK IMA BURN ALL THESE. CUNTA HOUSEA DOWN NO MDMA NO WEEED IT fucking 4th of JULY fuck you alllll. So my friend is like what wjay what and I'm like aight I need more beer. Halfway there I say "I'm too fucked up mane fuck the beer" and I smash the empty 40 out his window and light a cigar.
He is trying to quit smoking and freaked out when I threw a glass bottle out the window of a moving car and smashed it. What a bitch. Anyone who doesn't on this website is a fckin . cAnt get drugs fagqueeeeer
2016-07-01 at 9:07 PM UTC
I also blew nutmeg in everyone eyes because I spent too long at Chapters reading loli Doujijs so I got bored and made banshee dust at starbucks
2016-07-01 at 9:34 PM UTC
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
No, seriously. If you are so sad and bedraggled about your lot in life, DO something about it. You're not a weak, wet puppy. You have the power within yourself to be anything you want to be, do anything you want to do, live any life you want to live, and yet you pose as helpless, powerless, underprivileged brats. Don't get mad. Don't get sad. Instead, just get up off your lazy, pathetic asses and DO something positive with your life, anything, besides taking the lazy coward's way out and throwing it all away just because you don't feel like lifting a finger to help yourself. You are the Captain of your own ship. It is YOUR ship. So, stop with the excuses and cries for attention, and start with the first steps to the kind of life you really want to be living.
And get to it. Don't talk. Do.
Do it now.
2016-07-01 at 11:21 PM UTC
stop you're whining and kill yourself already, you sappy little faggot. make sure you post live streaming video of whatever means you use so that everyone else can enjoy your demise and derive pleasure at your expense
2016-07-01 at 11:36 PM UTC
-SpectraL
coward
[the spuriously bluish-lilac bushman]
I was making $250-$350 a day, as a lowly painter, when I was just in my early 20's. In today's money, that would be about $700 a day. And all you need for painting is a fucking brush, a roller, a flat screw driver, a ladder and a few cans of paint. You see, I didn't just sit around all day on my lazy ass asking for free attention to soothe my sorry ass; I actually got out there and got shit done, and life was great. You can, too. It doesn't take any special skills to do something positive with your life.
2016-07-02 at 2:43 AM UTC
This thread started good and gave me a real community feeling. Thanks to all the people who were involved.
Spectral, Spacecat and Infinityshit, you can all suck shit off a nigger's dick. Fucking cunts.
2016-07-02 at 6:33 AM UTC
If you kill yourself just don't fuck up. You don't want to end up paralyzed, or have to recover from a stroke, all sorts of stuff can go wrong. I'm not telling you to do it or anything, just don't make yourself go through any added horrendous suffering. Lots of people with inch wide scars on their wrists who had to learn the hard way that it wasn't an effective suicide method. I know a guy who tried to kill himself using benedryl and well, you can imagine how well that turned out for him.
2016-07-02 at 12:34 PM UTC
No hard feelings. The intention of your post about driving in circles for hours high on nutmeg was kinda hard to figure out at first but, I think, I get it now.
