A year ago the world was mad at me, and I was mad at it, because I coudln't express my emotions. I was totally focused on keeping emotional pain well away from any part of myself that could feel it.
All this sounds like some stupid teen angst post, about how 'no one understands the real me', I don't think that's true. I think that almost everyone has done what I'm doing now - lay in bed, kept awake by feelings of fear or confusion, and looked for a way to reach out and express the feelings inside. I think all we want to do is reach out and really feel like someone is listening, actually understanding what we feel. The hardest thing to do is work all the feeling out all alone. This is where I failed.
For me, the emotions felt overwhemling and unexpressable. They wern't. I went through two periods of drinking at least 3 times a week, and at least once a week heavily. I got into fights. I took risks. I put myself in a hospital. I've even done things that I still can't talk about.
Long and painful story short, my life found me the next morning hugging my knees on the cold floor of the common room, by the refridgerator. All the bad feelings I had been hiding from the past 5 years caught up to me. I was so afriad that I felt I had only 2 options: run as far away as you can, or end the pain. I actually started to pack to leave. My friends got me help. I've been in therapy for 4 months now.
Stop the Madness
Free Minds
Free People
We are so much alike
Take My Hand
Reachwith me to the stars and beyond
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VIPPER2006-02-28 19:03
Virtual Hyroshima with the Annonymous Bomb >:D
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VIPPER2006-02-28 19:04 (sage)
A year ago the world was mad at me, and I was mad at it, because I coudln't express my emotions. I was totally focused on keeping emotional pain well away from any part of myself that could feel it.
All this sounds like some stupid teen angst post, about how 'no one understands the real me', I don't think that's true. I think that almost everyone has done what I'm doing now - lay in bed, kept awake by feelings of fear or confusion, and looked for a way to reach out and express the feelings inside. I think all we want to do is reach out and really feel like someone is listening, actually understanding what we feel. The hardest thing to do is work all the feeling out all alone. This is where I failed.
For me, the emotions felt overwhemling and unexpressable. They wern't. I went through two periods of drinking at least 3 times a week, and at least once a week heavily. I got into fights. I took risks. I put myself in a hospital. I've even done things that I still can't talk about.
Long and painful story short, my life found me the next morning hugging my knees on the cold floor of the common room, by the refridgerator. All the bad feelings I had been hiding from the past 5 years caught up to me. I was so afriad that I felt I had only 2 options: run as far away as you can, or end the pain. I actually started to pack to leave. My friends got me help. I've been in therapy for 4 months now.
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VIPPER2006-02-28 19:05
SMALL PENIS
SMALL PENIS
SMALL PENIS
SMALL PENIS
SMALL PENIS
SMALL PENIS
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VIPPER2006-02-28 19:05
Listen up you disgusting pigs,
I recently logged onto my 16 year old son's computer because I'm having trouble with my office machine. Right on his desktop he has a folder marked 4chan. I figured that it must be where he keeps his animay movies, but I opened it up and was HORRIFIED by what I saw. It was laden with child pornography, dismembered limbs, and all around deviant, sickening images. You people let my son onto your website without ANY age verification, he was looking at things that I never imagined could exist.
I will be filing legal papers soon unless you take down this offensive site or change your policies so that minors may not access it. In addition, I will be petitioning your webmaster to pay for my son's psychiatrist fees, which are going to be substantial considering what I've seen.
A year ago the world was mad at me, and I was mad at it, because I coudln't express my emotions. I was totally focused on keeping emotional pain well away from any part of myself that could feel it.
All this sounds like some stupid teen angst post, about how 'no one understands the real me', I don't think that's true. I think that almost everyone has done what I'm doing now - lay in bed, kept awake by feelings of fear or confusion, and looked for a way to reach out and express the feelings inside. I think all we want to do is reach out and really feel like someone is listening, actually understanding what we feel. The hardest thing to do is work all the feeling out all alone. This is where I failed.
For me, the emotions felt overwhemling and unexpressable. They wern't. I went through two periods of drinking at least 3 times a week, and at least once a week heavily. I got into fights. I took risks. I put myself in a hospital. I've even done things that I still can't talk about.
Long and painful story short, my life found me the next morning hugging my knees on the cold floor of the common room, by the refridgerator. All the bad feelings I had been hiding from the past 5 years caught up to me. I was so afriad that I felt I had only 2 options: run as far away as you can, or end the pain. I actually started to pack to leave. My friends got me help. I've been in therapy for 4 months now.
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VIPPER2006-02-28 19:07
I dont like having sex with dogs I dont know
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VIPPER2006-02-28 19:07
O NOES, IT'S COPY PASTA IN JAPANESE
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VIPPER2006-02-28 19:08
It took a minute for me to catch my breath and relax to
give him full access but I was already rolling into one
of those intense anal orgasms that usually hit me and
left me in a body cramp. He then began fucking like a
rabid dog and he was so heavy I could not push back. He
had me pinned into the chair (although I didn’t protest
too much) and I lay there while he fucked my ass.
My cunt was on fire and I felt his pounding vibrations
reverberate through my womb and over to my clit. I was
crying, "Yes, Yes, Fuck me!" over and over. He was my
master and I subjugated myself to him. And when I
finally let myself go I came! I came so hard I was
squirting all over the floor!
My formerly tense legs were now trembling and weak.
Pepper filled my ass with his fluids and left me a
wreck and ruined woman lying on the chair. I felt him
try to pull out but my asshole was in a full choke on
his cock behind his knot. I told him, "Stay baby stay,
please stay!"
He must have understood because he lay on top of me for
twenty minutes until his knot came down enough to pull
out. I was too weak to move for nearly twenty minutes.
Afterwards I took a long bath and had time to think
about it all and decided that I don’t think I can give
that up. It was fantastic and I plan to keep on doing
it. As long as Pepper wants it I am his, forever.