I'm so depressed with the disgrace that my life turned out to be that I don't get spontaneous erections anymore.
I can still get an erection if I beat my limp meat, but it's gone if I let it go for more than 2 seconds.
I wish I could not feel touch-starvation, loneliness, or the pain of being unloved.
But, even though I know I won't ever satisfy these cravings, these pains are still very real to me.
It's like those amputees that feel "phantom pains" when their brain tricks them into scratching or moving a limb they no longer have.
My brain constantly telling me to touch another human being... I feel this phantom pain that I can't satisfy, and worse -- I
know I can't satisfy because I was born as a repugnant turbosperg, the bottom of the genetics barrel.
It's over. Pass the rope.