Deleted member 7448
Name is Abdu, live in Laos, born on 24.08.1992.
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For a few years now, I've been obsessed with age. My brain seems to remind me about how old I am at every step, everything that can be about my age, reminds me of it. Something absurd and unrelated like: look at that expensive car. Ohh, it's probably owned by some rich young dude. Damn, he might be younger than me and look how much he has done. Ohh, I'm so old and I've wasted my entire life.
I keep telling myself that I don't care about sex and love and what-not, and I actually kinda don't, I really hate women and I'm an antisocial autist. But god damn, why would I be so anxious about aging and losing my hair then? Deep down I must really, really care about this.
I keep telling myself that I don't care about sex and love and what-not, and I actually kinda don't, I really hate women and I'm an antisocial autist. But god damn, why would I be so anxious about aging and losing my hair then? Deep down I must really, really care about this.