Why?

[sozialchamaleon]

Noting sad thoughts:
It's like I'm scrounging for ANYthing to have inside of myself, like substituting a definite sense of self with some Vodka, craving to fill myself with cock, searching to fill my nostrils with your scent... filling my time with wasted seconds. I fill myself with macaroni salad instead.

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[anonymous]

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