...at least we can joke about it now, what do I know

Discussion in 'Ages 30-39' started by dark red drifter vessel, Sep 8, 2017.

  1. dark red drifter vessel

    dark red drifter vessel Well-Known Member

    Ahahahah. No fucking dice.

    And no rest for the wicked. The choo choo train of self help therapy team rocket just reached its next destination:

    Urgistan Central Station - make sure to throw a quarter into the fountain of bad justifications, visit the zoo of my most warped sexual phantasies (pls don't), and then later have tea, cigars and magic shrooms with my both vomiting and devouring Id in the pavilion of melting perception of self. Exit through the gift shop, which only sells false promises and truly despicable baked 'goods'.

    Finally, I am home. Oo
     
  2. dark red drifter vessel

    dark red drifter vessel Well-Known Member

    Fucks sake. Mind is being consumed with seeking behaviour for my asshole ex girlfriend. As in, I am thinking of her like I might be thinking about watching porn. I know it would be disappointing to contact her, but there is that part of my brain that says "yes, she'll disappoint you again, but maybe you can get some phone sex out of it or laid if shes in town". And then I go and phantasize about someone I should leave behind, should have left behind long time ago. And its all, all, all the addiction.

    There is nothing worthwhile in that person. I'm an okay judge of character by now, and with her I have a lot of data, and there is not a shred of doubt in my skull that I am better off never thinking of her again. And still. Treasonous brain craves that walking, talking bad joke of a person that is no good for anybody like its bloody heroine or something.

    This is ridicolous.
     

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