>>11721868It is a sad disgusting life I have.
An anxious introvert lives in my brain terrorising the part that desires life and love and emotion. I cannot escape the prison of my mind. It took the happy intelligent young boy I was and twisted and demented his mind until he no longer had the will to resist.
I saw that young ladies face and body and some deep neural chain in my mind triggered. For a millisecond it felt love and warmth and lust and care and... everything. So I clicked.
Now I'm here and I realise how disgusting it all is. The only reason I don't kill myself is because in the infinite expanse of time and space that lies after my death nature has no choice but to reassemble the atoms that once formed my brain and body. That is probability. That is math. The very laws of reality conspire to cause endless suffering in the cycle of eternal returns.
I want to huff her ass.
