Some times I like to lay on the floor in a dark room and feel bad.
Whenever I think about the decline of my body/mind coupled with the increasing sense of alienation I’ve been experiencing for the last two decades I can’t help but see my travails ending with a well tethered rope.
Though, once I writhe on the floor, sperging out moaning and groaning like the worthless retard I know I am. I feel marginally better. Works every time
Whenever I think about the decline of my body/mind coupled with the increasing sense of alienation I’ve been experiencing for the last two decades I can’t help but see my travails ending with a well tethered rope.
Though, once I writhe on the floor, sperging out moaning and groaning like the worthless retard I know I am. I feel marginally better. Works every time
