Reveal An Uncomfortable Truth About Yourself

I recently lost someone very close to me, and her death has hit me hard. There is someone else with whom I've always had a very difficult relationship (aka toxic), who is nearing end of life but still hanging on.

I've found myself with unfair thoughts that the toxic person should have died sooner, and I should have had more time with my loved one.

It's wrong and I know it's wrong. Love and grief have brought out the worst in me.
 
I struggle with peaks and valleys of undiagnosed depression - I become tremendously unproductive during the valleys, and ridiculously brilliant during the peaks. That just makes me an average worker but I know I am so much better than that. I feel like I am squandering my god given ability to be really great at what I do. :(
 
I have an unusually large penis and pair of testicle. Always getting in my way. I wear a special over the shoulder supporter to keep it all under control. Takes 4 hands to properly masturbate with room left over. Thinking about a reduction.
 
I have an unusually large penis and pair of testicle. Always getting in my way. I wear a special over the shoulder supporter to keep it all under control. Takes 4 hands to properly masturbate with room left over. Thinking about a reduction.
So, what I'm imagining is my own chest (chesticles) with a large dildo poking out of the top, in my shoulder-boulder-holder bra.

What are you complaining about? I manage to handle this every day. You're such a wuss.
 
After a funeral, my friend cried and asked me if I thought that her cousin was in Heaven. I'm not Christian and I don't believe in Heaven, but I lied and said "of course" to make her feel better.
 
Couple days ago I saw a post on facebook saying "If I met death right now, I would hug it."

I replied "same here".
 
Sometimes I dwell on the idea that if I get dementia (or similar) in my old age, will I reveal all my pervy-ness and secrets about online and real life sex shenanigans to anyone around me. And would that be better than becoming an old lady who kicks people when they get in her way?
I dwell on the same thing....and sometimes worry about some future me coming out of anesthesia
 
Sometimes I dwell on the idea that if I get dementia (or similar) in my old age, will I reveal all my pervy-ness and secrets about online and real life sex shenanigans to anyone around me. And would that be better than becoming an old lady who kicks people when they get in her way?
You can do both you know. Live the dream darling.
 
I'm very insecure with how I look. I just find myself to be ugly even though I get told otherwise

I hope I'm able to accept myself one day
 
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