The Search Continues.
I just want to do something really sad and almost pathetic. LIke furiously masturbate… no-no-no. I can start off my night by furiously masturbating, then drink a bottle of whiskey alone in my apartment, afterwards I’ll call all my ex-girlfriends drunk, I’ll go on facebook to find couples and sarcastically comment “I’m so happy for you.” The night will peak as I use my own tears for lubrication for a seething jerk off session. The heat generated will turn my studio into a sauna of sadness. My climax cry will be a mixture between a lost soul wailing for help and a self-loathing grumble from my core.
…8:45p.m.
I got time.
