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y. and they say nothing lasts forever. sometimes i think about the world i live in and how we could go to war at any moment. there go our rooms, our houses and all our belongings. our most prized possessions…anything that is straight, won’t be straight anymore. all that matters, any diaries or artworks or projects will all come to a halt. i take a look at my room. all that i create, my phone, this technology. god you wouldn’t believe just how scared i am to lose it all. or my dad bringing in those home depot vibes. tlatlan we’re gonna paint your room now lol. oh dad. just give me what i want. and then i could be a skeleton. man. whoo. don’t i always come here to talk after i spill? isn’t this what i always do isn’t this how i always get. yeah…whatever. just look at this girl of mine look at her back. what do you call this? not naked…this is like…she’s glowing. Like her back means everything. should i keep affirming. to make it pop even more? is that what i should do? and yeah yeah stop worrying so much geo about how you’re gonna fap and what you’re gonna fap to. even if you don’t figure it out right away with time things will start falling into place. don’t kill yourself over it right now don’t worry. you usually kill your dick when the time comes. yeah you’re right. it’s just a lot you know? i’m surprised i even got this far in talking. i kinda just wanna re-watch this movie now. just to see what i can walk away with. hoping everything finds its place eventually. but yeah. don’t worry. just keep going. i know its what you always find yourself having to do but just go, and affirm when you’re called and maybe give some more time to transferring your things. so they can begin to loom and you can lessen the places within this phone. make it start to be okay already. more okay then how it already is. you don’t need to get this way. you don’t need any of this. if you spill move on, spilling is a fact of life xD lol…but no seriously. i’ll let this one slide because you were just trying to complete your little puzzle but don’t get used to this. heck, be thankful you even have these girls. be grateful they’re even yours. come on now. need you to wake up sometimes. you have a right hand, your dick will re-charge. god even if there’s renovations done don’t worry. you act like your dick is being chopped off! (uhmmm that’s literally what these girls do) whatever jit. shut the fuck up already…i like you. i know you do. i love alcohol wipes >:) i love a clean, smooth, plasticy surface all the way. this is what i live for. this is my life. this is how and when the wind blows :) catch my drift? for as long as i can. i can’t promise this will be the last time i come on here to talk, but i can promise one thing. is that i will become smarter, and brighter, and i’ll make new profiles and create new things :ooo but anyways, what more can i say? god i really get like this don’t i? i never listen. lol. but yeah. gotta make it to the end. i’m ready. bring in more magic into my life. ignore these dark feelings no matter how bad i feel. if you can’t take it just search on google i can’t take it. lol. lol i didn’t get what i wanted that’s God’s re-direction. so silly. but yeah i’m done. i think i got my point across xD i wouldn’t be surprised if i go back to read all this and it doesn’t make sense to me. sorry! i’ll spill again you’ll be hearing from me again xD lol nahhh. i wanna get serious bruuh. i wanna get real. i don’t wanna sweat. i want my girls to be like damn. this guy is a real serious goon! yeah i know check this position out :> i can thrust and not spill watch this 😉 drop it hard? xD you mean cum hard? xD totally. lol 1700. what else? just tell me i ran out of room already xD saying a whole buncha bs…ima just watch God izz not ded. this should be good :ooo i have naked girls lol. bloom. oh geo. you and your dick. i feel sorry for you. you think you can take it? what if you can’t? what bro? everything connects eventually…it’s just some girls have my heart❤️ i wonder if it’s real, ohh, winona. see? some girls are just left out of the

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surge of magic enters my life. i know i’ve been through this before. and i wait. i affirm. i go to and fro. i don’t touch it. i create. i delete. i edge. i dance. i make faces. i stare i admire. and i spill. it’s always the same thing. and as of right now if affirming is the one thing that brings everything to life i really don’t feel like doing it. i don’t know what to do. i know there’s many things i can do, a lot to choose from. and really now i’m just talking to fill in the gaps, to complete this puzzle. hoping i have enough to say until i reach the end. and i wanna create a new profile. i want to fix my phone and screenshot some movies that allow screenshots. and yeah like i said it may not get better right away. the next fap or the one after that or maybe even the next 10 faps. sometimes my shit doesn’t work. sometimes i spill too quickly. but over time, it should start to get better. and i should start elevating. i really wanna see where all of this can go. where it can take me and how i’ll bring things together or what i’ll let go of. Lately i’ve been creating something and then it just vanishes. into thin air. and now i just feel sad, overburdened because of all these games and movies and songs. sometimes i like the things i create, they help me, they remind me that yes everything does happen for a reason and sometimes i don’t know. but this will pass. i know that in the end, i probably underestimate just how impactful these girls can be, on the human brain and my p3nis. bc yeah all i wanna do is edge and goon and never release anything not a single drop that’s my dream that’s what this is all about but i think i tend to highly disregard just how…evil these girls can be. and they look so good to me. sometimes i jump from one onto the next one and then back to her and then onto her. and all i really wanna do is just dance and i love it when i capture the perfect moments. some screenshots now all i wanna do is transfer them. and i know. Calmate. i know. i just…i’m angry you know? because i always cum. and there’s so much to do but everything is easier said than done and idk why some things take top priority in my mind. idk why i wanna go in there and capture it all. but i’ll try. and i’ll try to affirm. i’ll try to finish what i started and i’ll try to keep being hopeful about getting some plug n plays for my birthday and sometimes i analyze my current situation. i take a look at my life, sometimes when i’m affirming and i have to remind myself that even if i don’t get what i wish for on my birthday, it doesn’t change a thing. i’m not going anywhere. this is the life i chose. these are the things i have to deal with. everyone knows my sugar levels are rising because it’s June but i have to remind myself that time doesn’t exist. that this is just another month i have to live through. just like everyone else. but everyone knows, knows what i’m waiting for. and wow. yeah. it’s just the way things go you know? and honestly i’m not even thinking about some other girls, i usually give my all to like 1 2 or 3 at a time. and the other ones i just act like they don’t even exist. but they have the best lines. thinking about them now i just wanna jerk to them. and i wanna give my dad a hug for being such an asshole to him. really i’m just scared he won’t give me money. even if he doesn’t, look at all the pictures i’m trying to hold. and i tell myself as long as i’m here, and things keep going my way even if i spill, then there’s nothing else i should wish for. this is the best room. these are the brightest ideas, and probably one of the bravest endeavours. i love words, all i can do is transfer them. i love Epiphany, i might just do it for Epiphany. and yeah…life IS strange. Life is strange but me? i’m such an asshole. i’m a jerk. i’m mean. i give off strange vibes and devilish looks. if i want to get what i want for my birthday then maybe i shouldn’t act this way. and i remember playing Life is strange for the very first time. i cut out boxes and numbers from this calendar i had so i was able to keep track of things that wa

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i’m tired. i’m officially tired and if i put myself to do anything, i just want to feel calm. i’ll try. my dick is beat. my veins. the muscle. the organ is used up. i can’t take anymore. Life is life. i guess the scary part about life is that no matter how dark your situation may get. all you can do is hope for clear sunny skies by the end of it. i don’t know. but what could it be. i have a few more songs to affirm and then vwala, it’s finished. should i? can i? i wanna watch some movies, but usually i put something on and never finish it. idek what to say. but i wanna talk in parables, i want to be mysterious. cause i’m so done. i get everything happens for a reason. i get that it gets better and sometimes 1.2.2. and sometimes my dick doesn’t work. sometimes i can’t find the right song or vibe but when i look at my girls…i look at some of my girls and i feel like there’s just a way to be with them. to admire them, to dance to them and make memories with them. i know it’s a lot, and i usually start sweating and i can’t make up my mind. heck, it’s getting really good. when i give attention to other things it usually gets crazy but then it hits me. what about just my girls? sometimes even tho i’m dancing i want it to just be my girls. and me. i feel like that’s the way it should be. at times, it can be hard. it can be hard to ignore other possibilities. cuz it just seems so good to me and it is. i get to dancing. but my girls…i also really like just my girls. you see i’m not here to bitch. i want to enter something calm. i know now i have to wait, cuz i literally beat my dick. and i spilled. so i can’t battle as of yet. but what i’m here to do is i’m trying to bring forth something new. do the affirmations really help? is it really going to get better with my faps? and certain girls? and the edits and screenshots. and that’s another thing too, what do i listen to? you see there’s a lot. and i feel like it’s possible. i feel like what i desire is out there. and i’ll keep talking about it until idk what to say or until i run out of room. i want to make my point clear. i know i always do this to myself, and i talk and forget about it. and i spill. and then i bitch about it. but i wanna believe. i wanna believe i can dance. i wanna believe i can utilize my muscle, and sometimes it gets stiff. sometimes it feels flaccid. it can feel really scientificy and it makes me want more. more of that worm like feeling and oh ok no more room to talk? it’s cool, i have a couple other girls that i…i want to do something with. and i know…it probably won’t come easy. i have songs to affirm. and roads to choose from and things to transfer. things to delete and idek if what i’m saying holds any weight. i can say that i come here to talk a lot. i usually keep talking until i run out of room. and idk why i do it. and i never go back to read anything. and idk who i am. idk what i am. or why i am the way i am. and i’m always scared to lose my things. and i’ve known these girls for years. Let me tell you, i’ve been looking at these girls for a very, very, very long time. and some are new, some are old, and some i haven’t even transferred yet. and i feel like this is where it gets tricky. idk what to do. and i don’t wanna start something and not finish it. and usually i go days without touching myself, and when i do it’s good, but some time in i usually start just sweating and just beating myself up and i feel like i won’t but next thing you know i do. all that waiting, all that retention, all the little games i play, just goes down the drain. and it’s like this…for years and months and weeks and days. it never stops. my spills never end. and i don’t know. i’m telling you, i know i have my girls. i know they’re there. i pay them no attention, and recently, my life, i look at them and they look so…like they prevail. and with all this? all i could really do is transfer it right away. Let it start to loom, first thing before anything else. and idk why i get like this, i act like i have the answer to all my problems. really i’m just hoping that a surge..

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i’m counting on it

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i can already feel it in my chest. it feels like my heart dropped to my stomach. and it’s always gonna be 50/50…and you know? my final analysis, of everything, my opinion is that honestly i’m alive. and i’m healthy. and i’m trying to enjoy the things that i fear losing the most. they say you don’t know what you got till it’s gone. honestly it feels like everything is just trying to get away from me. it feels like it isn’t my responsibility anymore, to hold any of these things. i feel like my life could change. and i try and wonder what could happen and how. bc yeah at the end of the day i wanna hold onto my girls and shit and i’ll tell myself to be strong but how much could i really take? as a human being, my brain my mind, i feel like i shouldn’t underestimate just how much control these things can take over a person. i feel weak. i feel different. i feel like it’s not mine anymore. i wonder what could happen and why. and like the past 5 years, for my birthday or christmas i’ve always gotten what i’ve wanted. through the waiting and suffering, always. and here we are yet again, the best part is the fact that it’s June. today is the very first day. so we’re not even 1 month away, now it’s just days. and even if i don’t get it it’s sort of like a boohoo moment for me. Life goes on, and i have to move along. i can’t fight, shout, or scream. why would i? aren’t i a silent reverie? it’s just the way life is, and since i’m addicted it’s all i want. i feel traumatized. i feel depleted. Like i can’t think straight and it’s barely the first day. but every day is one step closer. and most likely, deep down i know i’m probly gonna get it but it’s always good to expect the worst. it’s always good to stay with 1.2.2. but it’s my birthday. can’t i have just one? honestly. i won’t even scramble too much. my phone is ready and so are my girls. i don’t need to do a whole lot, anymore like how i used to. so it just scares me. how sometimes we don’t get what we want. and it scares me how it feels like my time is up. these games i play, are over. Like it’s not about anyone taking anything away, but me as a person. how much could i take? Living in such defilement. Looking at naked girls. is this okay for me? is it healthy? probably not. so i just wonder. what’s really going to happen. or maybe this just needs to pass. after i’m done smoking everything will be “okay”…but what if our story really is over? how could it end? can i not function? did i stop working? is this it? Nothing to give? No. this is much more than that. this feels like it’s over.

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i can’t do well when i think you’re gonna leave me

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