BlackOpsIIcel
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I never even been on a date. Damn right I should be entitled. Thirty long and lonely years. Thirty... I fucking had it. I do not even desire "prime Stacy." I want anyone, but even fat chicks reject me. That is what the Black Pill means to me. The inability for a certain number of men to get laid at all. Doesn't matter with whom.
I want to go to Thailand or Brazil or the Philippines and lose my virginity. But I wont go. Why? Becuase I am a fucking Shut in. I only go outside once a week to stock up on frozen food. I work from home and have no social interaction whatsoever. And it is fucking up my health. Not just the lack of exercise. But not having the incentives to brush your teeths. You know how fucked up you get by not brushing your teeths? I keep coughing because of bacteria? I don't know why. But it gets better after that I've brushed it, and reoccurs after a couple of days. How am I supposed to go and fuck som tranny in Thailand if I can't even go to my local town square once a year? Huh?
Before I became active here I had forgotten about my feelings. I had supressed my virgin rage. I was somewhat satisfied with life. But spending time here has brought it all out again. The question of: Thirty long and lonely years. Thirty.
I want to go to Thailand or Brazil or the Philippines and lose my virginity. But I wont go. Why? Becuase I am a fucking Shut in. I only go outside once a week to stock up on frozen food. I work from home and have no social interaction whatsoever. And it is fucking up my health. Not just the lack of exercise. But not having the incentives to brush your teeths. You know how fucked up you get by not brushing your teeths? I keep coughing because of bacteria? I don't know why. But it gets better after that I've brushed it, and reoccurs after a couple of days. How am I supposed to go and fuck som tranny in Thailand if I can't even go to my local town square once a year? Huh?
Before I became active here I had forgotten about my feelings. I had supressed my virgin rage. I was somewhat satisfied with life. But spending time here has brought it all out again. The question of: Thirty long and lonely years. Thirty.