What‘s exciting and on the horizon
What‘s life got in store for me
No, they don‘t want to talk to me
I stand by my assessment. You‘re bad at giving advice.
There‘s a plethora of false assumptions at play herr
Well if it helps I feel like the only people who know how it is to live with a mind/soul like mine are on here for whatever mentaly ill reason
The only people I have on filter are nowhere near close to that person. Matter of fact friend has me filtered from all communication.
Man I‘d love to (its not a guy btw)
Why do you think people don‘t talk to you?
I want to feel loved and I don‘t think Chloroform will help with that
I don‘t have tits, I have pecs. Also it‘s a her not a him.
Occupying my attention isn‘t really the problem with all the stuff available in this world
I already found multiple other people in the meantime. Dien‘t help.
To where
I wish I felt around some IRL people the way I feel around Anons
Probably yes why
I don‘t think that would make me feel loved
Of hwhat
Good for them
I think about something else when my life starts feeling scripted again
I don‘t live with my parents.
I went to the bar with some friends last weekend and we had a good time. Met a girl who wanted me to lick her face which I did. But that did not solve my problem.
>I think in ways you cannot begin to comprehend
I‘m guessing that Anon is planning on coming out as a homo
What part of my body should I think with? Head? Heart?
What do I know that I am?
What am I?
You must know the answer to both these questions to make that statement so please indulge me
No?
What am I?
What have I been told what I am?
You must know the answer to both these questions to make that statement so please indulge me.
But is that really true or did Tucker just do Drugs with a bunch of assholes
How powerful am I?
How powerful do you think I am?
You must know the precise answer to both these questions to make that statement
So sad David Bowie stole that German classic
The chosen are disabused of the notion of a nurturing other at an early age
That would make you a figment of my imagination, prone to my every whim