Cut to the chase, shall we? My pennis is only 4,5 inches and I’m still a virgin (28). So, what do you think? Is there still future for me in bed department, or not really?
Last time I spoke with another person was 14 months ago. And I don’t really suffer from social phobia or anything like that. I think I’ve become Human Cockroach. Kafka wrote about it but I used to think it was a joke or huge exaggeration. And sadly there is not even a trace of struggle here. I could really appreciate it, struggle equals life. Instead I’m trapped in airless wastelands. Why I’m still alive, when all hope is long gone, that’s truly a mystery to me.
It’s hard to believe what have I become. There is nothing left but disgraceful rotting remains. It’s sad, I remember I was somebody not so long ago. I’d like to apologize for my presence here. I have a strong feeling I am only contamination for this site. God, I am so dead, so fucked up.
Hello, people.
I know it’s not a place to share things, I just can’t resist. I was never fan of classical music, but this is astonishing. It can really put some ease into your weary hearts. The whole album is on youtube, I hope you’ll like it.