2022-05-29 at 3:49 PM UTC
if that's the kinda people you relate to it's time for some introspection and change
or a rope
2022-05-29 at 3:56 PM UTC
Kill yourself “rape monster” u piece of shit. boring bastard
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2022-05-29 at 4:05 PM UTC
U sound like a clown.
U have not reason to care.
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2022-05-29 at 4:07 PM UTC
R u fingering ur sloppy pussy to this male attention? 😏😩
2022-05-29 at 4:18 PM UTC
Lol. Pretty sure ur not even a male 😂
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2022-05-29 at 4:49 PM UTC
Originally posted by Kafka
Disappearing. We went for a walk by the lake for the first time in 2017. Skip back to the first time we met… She had these weeb circle lenses on to reduce the pain of eye contact. I had on these quirky eyeball sunglasses, could only see out of small dots, because less eye contact. We hugged briefly then walked to the green to smoke weed, I was shaking and said I thought she was anxious, she laughed because I was the one shaking. There she said that no one gave a fuck in that city. I don’t remember leaving the hotel room again with her, only that one time to walk by the lake right outside, we sat on this bench, I keep going back to it. It’s my hiding place. It’s 2022 and I’m only writing about this, thinking about this now. Why? Because it’s been crazy, not since then, but since 2016. It’s the biggest trauma that’s happened to me. That weekend we first met irl, I was already anorexic, we both were. She looked glum and said I was so skinny and pretty. The latter surprised me and I glanced in the mirror. I was 8.3 stone, underweight and she said she’d want to lose more weight if she were me. She was so pretty and I wanted to take a photo of her, she hid behind a pillow insecure but I got one. Sadly it never developed, the room was too dark. When we walked around the lake I was wearing a blue 40s style Japanese dress, red tights and black heeled ankle boots. I knew she was 5’10 and didn’t want to feel short. She wore black leggings and a raincoat. All we ate over the weekend was fruit and I made a face mask out of it as an excuse to touch her face, her nose was so perfect. This was the first time I did coke, I don’t think she really wanted me to take it but she was an addict and I had money for it so I guess that mattered more to her. So I was high on it, weed and alcohol and my throat started to swell, I had to stay still to try and calm my heart down and process the feelings. She was holding me so I felt safe and warm and loved and like I was about to die, it felt great. Other things seem too intimate to tell. She got us matching chokers and gave me a dress, I gave her my CRIME PAY$ sweatshirt and quirky sunglasses, I have another pair of them. When I went home I took all my valium. It was probably just the comedown. That summer she’d teach me Romanian over Skype while we were both drinking, I’d take Diazepam with Echo Falls. We drank everyday.
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Your writing is pretty bad in terms of coherence and structure, it's impossible to stay engaged when you don't even know why you're talking about.
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2022-05-29 at 4:52 PM UTC
Ur a loser. Not one person here cares about how much of an imbecile u are.
2022-05-29 at 4:54 PM UTC
If u didn’t like her, u would simply not be in her thread. Jackass
2022-05-29 at 4:56 PM UTC
Originally posted by DontTellEm
If u didn’t like her, u would simply not be in her thread. Jackass
if u didn't like attention from disgusting gross men u wouldn't be on nis, tits
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