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More tasty wine, some beer and stuff. Down the beer quick for intoxication, savor the wine and fine drink. I have now regained the ability to get turned on by gooning, and enjoy seeing even average-looking females on my screen, but I can barely feel my dick and it's actually like completely numb after two or three hours of edging.
I am ready to die, I feel like I've tried to redeem myself, got in touch with my values, did some good deeds, apologized, set up some goals, subgoals and pit-stops and can lazily drift toward that for as long as is needed etc. Now, when will something come and finish me off? We'll see, we finna see.
I'm free from suffering from a lack of sex/jealousy of sex-havers due to adopting the strategy in my signature. A huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. The need for romance is trickier, but I think I'm dealing with it by just knowing that I can't actually form relationships and never have done so ever. Apparently it might be a symptom of the autism, or maybe some psychological thing on top of that as well. When I imagine a couple on a romantic date, or a mother comforting her child I think "what the fuck are they doing?" and feel nothing.
Let me keep drinking, take some pauses and then continue writing getting progressively more drunk. Btw, don't drink it fucks up your brain, membranes, muscle, sleep, testicles, everything.
Well, cooked some steaks and but them in hamburger buns, with mayonnaise. I actually agree with veganism but shit happens.
I can't stress enough how nice it is not be affected by how others are having sex and stuff. If I could feel my dick I'd be fucking set up, maybe. Try my stuff, I have a thread.
I'm asking for suggestions similar to that thread if you have some perspective or strategy that you use for the romantic parts as well.
How I'm supposed to not become a full-on alcoholic is hard to figure out. Appreciation for my brocels.
I am ready to die, I feel like I've tried to redeem myself, got in touch with my values, did some good deeds, apologized, set up some goals, subgoals and pit-stops and can lazily drift toward that for as long as is needed etc. Now, when will something come and finish me off? We'll see, we finna see.
I'm free from suffering from a lack of sex/jealousy of sex-havers due to adopting the strategy in my signature. A huge weight has been lifted off of my shoulders. The need for romance is trickier, but I think I'm dealing with it by just knowing that I can't actually form relationships and never have done so ever. Apparently it might be a symptom of the autism, or maybe some psychological thing on top of that as well. When I imagine a couple on a romantic date, or a mother comforting her child I think "what the fuck are they doing?" and feel nothing.
Let me keep drinking, take some pauses and then continue writing getting progressively more drunk. Btw, don't drink it fucks up your brain, membranes, muscle, sleep, testicles, everything.
Well, cooked some steaks and but them in hamburger buns, with mayonnaise. I actually agree with veganism but shit happens.
I can't stress enough how nice it is not be affected by how others are having sex and stuff. If I could feel my dick I'd be fucking set up, maybe. Try my stuff, I have a thread.
I'm asking for suggestions similar to that thread if you have some perspective or strategy that you use for the romantic parts as well.
How I'm supposed to not become a full-on alcoholic is hard to figure out. Appreciation for my brocels.





