The more I think about it...
The more I think about it, I cannot imagine what it’s like to date one of these limp-dick little boys after having felt real man inside of you.
I act arrogant to hide my insecurities.
I cannot think back to a time when I didn’t hate myself. I despise who I am. I cannot lead a normal life or have a healthy social life because I’m nobody in my own eyes. How will anyone see me any differently? There’s this girl in my life and she loves me but I cannot believe her when she says it. How incredibly sad is that? I wish I could tell people this shit without them...
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