When people talking about mother's love, it makes me wanna puke, that strangling monster is responsible for my failed life too
Teen years. No girls. No friends (except some schmucks). Sometimes walking alone in surrounding areas-not bad place, some forests, bushes, river. And always hell when returning home, two angry hysterical femoids-mother and grandmother. So big hysteria, that "child" went somewhere, so big problem, if got hungry. Child must sit at home and eat
Now. No girls. No friends (except some schmucks). Grandmother dead. Mother softened, not so much into dictator as earlier. But still disgusting to remember, that in my sadness and lonelyness, when walking alone, their biggest concern was to keep me sitting at home. Always screaming and angry, trying to make me feel guilty for going outside, because they, hysterical femoids, care so much about safety and hunger of child, and ignore spiritual and sexual needs of man. Sit at home and eat
Father? Maybe he same sedentary cautious man. Or maybe his spirit was broken by controling nagging hysterical wife, my smother
And all this sedentary cautious upbringing, combined with social anxiety, results in me still sitting here, in this shithole of lithuania (separatist part of Russia), instead of trying luck somewhere in Sout East Asia, searching for young cute adorable loli waifu
Sure, with all that upbringing, if accepting it and working hard in way people around me wanted to, maybe I could be good boy, nice guy, got education, job, and betabux for fat roastie wife. How about no. Tfu on roasties, on all that uninspiring boring earthly sedentary life, it is killing my spirit. Wind is my element, and I'm bird with broken wings
Tfu on roasties. Tfu. Tfu
Teen years. No girls. No friends (except some schmucks). Sometimes walking alone in surrounding areas-not bad place, some forests, bushes, river. And always hell when returning home, two angry hysterical femoids-mother and grandmother. So big hysteria, that "child" went somewhere, so big problem, if got hungry. Child must sit at home and eat
Now. No girls. No friends (except some schmucks). Grandmother dead. Mother softened, not so much into dictator as earlier. But still disgusting to remember, that in my sadness and lonelyness, when walking alone, their biggest concern was to keep me sitting at home. Always screaming and angry, trying to make me feel guilty for going outside, because they, hysterical femoids, care so much about safety and hunger of child, and ignore spiritual and sexual needs of man. Sit at home and eat
Father? Maybe he same sedentary cautious man. Or maybe his spirit was broken by controling nagging hysterical wife, my smother
And all this sedentary cautious upbringing, combined with social anxiety, results in me still sitting here, in this shithole of lithuania (separatist part of Russia), instead of trying luck somewhere in Sout East Asia, searching for young cute adorable loli waifu
Sure, with all that upbringing, if accepting it and working hard in way people around me wanted to, maybe I could be good boy, nice guy, got education, job, and betabux for fat roastie wife. How about no. Tfu on roasties, on all that uninspiring boring earthly sedentary life, it is killing my spirit. Wind is my element, and I'm bird with broken wings
Tfu on roasties. Tfu. Tfu
