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AboutToBustOut said:
Oh, how can people be so unpleasant? Yes, I am a sexual creature but everywhere I go, girls don't chase me. Well, not expecting everyone to but emo girls? Why don't they notice me? Some of them have a voice like honey. It clutches my heart. Pulls me inward to their design. The fishnet startles my genitalia.
I cry and yell for them to treat me like a naughty boy. This one girl, her name is so majestic. Her sweetness engulfs me. I get nervous before I see her. Every interaction is sex to my ears. But no move is made on me. There is no extra dialogue between us. I walk away with confusion. Failure I am at love. No woman of emotional aesthetic wants to love me. I will be catfished by a transexual before I feel the heat between the legs of an emo girl.
Dancing slowly with a girl like that would be coolness to my skin. Instead, games are played. Guilt-tripping and manipulation. Rather than hugs, I'm given words of hurt. Depression she cries but pain she allows me to endure. Fun I wish an emo girl would want. Having her message me. The sound of the ping and her avatar showing up on the bottom right of my screen. That feeling of excitement. Telling yourself that she loves you and she wants to talk to you. Crying by myself is all I have become used to. Anymore I want a harem of emo girls.
Making love to all of them in a bathhouse. Kind words. Deep and meaningful sex with all of them. TLDR this.I don't care. I expect to be judged anyways. But for any lonely emo girls. Come cuddle me, tell me you love me even if you don't. At least I can cry from the consideration.
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Not reading all that.
 
we need a thread for this retard
"AboutToBustOut's Fuck Palace"
where you get to see a sexually charged retard go on and on about whatever
and you can spectate people annihilate him at the same time
not bullying, he could always unplug the computer
 
Timepace said:
it's okay you will still be alone
you and rose
two unfuckable people that I jump up and down about that won't have kids because one is asexual and the other cant get laid
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make more vents. I encourage it. how are the VR sessions? I wonder what avatar you are using. Is it hot?
I know I haven't uploaded to my channel. The alternate universe version of you. I bet the alternate universe version of you isn't a bitch and with a family of great function.
I would actually like my little thread that would glorify myself. These attacks and insults erect me. so go on, make more vents.
 
AboutToBustOut said:
make more vents. I encourage it. how are the VR sessions? I wonder what avatar you are using. Is it hot?
I know I haven't uploaded to my channel. The alternate universe version of you. I bet the alternate universe version of you isn't a bitch and with a family of great function.
I would actually like my little thread that would glorify myself. These attacks and insults erect me. so go on, make more vents.
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humiliation is your new thing and its sad rose really drained the life out of you just like the rest of them :3 well too bad not my problem just here to laugh at yours and hers :3
 
unyuns said:
unyuns wishernig win 11 not makering for paranoid unyuns. unyuns scare to onion farm new pc unyuns learn for to them doxering!
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How do you feel about the phone company? They know your name and they have your number!
 
Gargamel said:
How do you feel about the phone company? They know your name and they have your number!
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it differentering to stranger for internet. company. do business. businesserings need know unyuns information to avail!
 
Here is to another day of no reply, three days of silence. No action just a long dreadful wait. Depression on my body lurks. The interest in her remains the same. Wondering, why? A wait game I always have to play. Yesterday, many times I checked. Yelling out loud that women are so complicated. Memories of how past ones tried to get over on me. Then how they attack Rose because of her ways. Innocence is all that she is. Some nights in bed I wished that I was her first lover. Too late now. A ship that has sailed away. Expressing my lonely days provokes insults without warning. Life has been unfair. You love. Bring as patch of flowers to the concrete, they just die. Porn addiction has altered my sexuality. Bondage & spontaneous anal is what comes into imagination. A little boy that used to laugh in a breeze of the ocean has withered away. Sometimes when a girl is in my vision, sexual acts arise in my fragile world. When I get home after that arousal, I masturbate. Lately, girls on the internet have been mean to me. I just get told to kill myself. Fear, resentment, longing for something lost is all that I am now.

Savannah was once a Rose herself. Yes, a flower and an innocent young girl. When she insults me, I feel her anger. Wrath is always my rebuke. Savannah was an egg in my clutch. In my room of a quiet night, I wonder why we became enemies. In the end we both were in the wrong. We became obsessed with Rose. Savannah was a troubled person and still is. So was another past lover of mine with blue eyes and silk skin. So was the one that told me eight days in of friendship, that there were no emotions involved. This girl though. She has a chance. I have another chance., and if she embraces me as I have her, then I will welcome her and perhaps she will befriend Rose too.
 
AboutToBustOut said:
Here is to another day of no reply, three days of silence. No action just a long dreadful wait. Depression on my body lurks. The interest in her remains the same. Wondering, why? A wait game I always have to play. Yesterday, many times I checked. Yelling out loud that women are so complicated. Memories of how past ones tried to get over on me. Then how they attack Rose because of her ways. Innocence is all that she is. Some nights in bed I wished that I was her first lover. Too late now. A ship that has sailed away. Expressing my lonely days provokes insults without warning. Life has been unfair. You love. Bring as patch of flowers to the concrete, they just die. Porn addiction has altered my sexuality. Bondage & spontaneous anal is what comes into imagination. A little boy that used to laugh in a breeze of the ocean has withered away. Sometimes when a girl is in my vision, sexual acts arise in my fragile world. When I get home after that arousal, I masturbate. Lately, girls on the internet have been mean to me. I just get told to kill myself. Fear, resentment, longing for something lost is all that I am now.

Savannah was once a Rose herself. Yes, a flower and an innocent young girl. When she insults me, I feel her anger. Wrath is always my rebuke. Savannah was an egg in my clutch. In my room of a quiet night, I wonder why we became enemies. In the end we both were in the wrong. We became obsessed with Rose. Savannah was a troubled person and still is. So was another past lover of mine with blue eyes and silk skin. So was the one that told me eight days in of friendship, that there were no emotions involved. This girl though. She has a chance. I have another chance., and if she embraces me as I have her, then I will welcome her and perhaps she will befriend Rose too.
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Thanks for the copy pasta you fucking weirdo
 
AboutToBustOut said:
Here is to another day of no reply, three days of silence. No action just a long dreadful wait. Depression on my body lurks. The interest in her remains the same. Wondering, why? A wait game I always have to play. Yesterday, many times I checked. Yelling out loud that women are so complicated. Memories of how past ones tried to get over on me. Then how they attack Rose because of her ways. Innocence is all that she is. Some nights in bed I wished that I was her first lover. Too late now. A ship that has sailed away. Expressing my lonely days provokes insults without warning. Life has been unfair. You love. Bring as patch of flowers to the concrete, they just die. Porn addiction has altered my sexuality. Bondage & spontaneous anal is what comes into imagination. A little boy that used to laugh in a breeze of the ocean has withered away. Sometimes when a girl is in my vision, sexual acts arise in my fragile world. When I get home after that arousal, I masturbate. Lately, girls on the internet have been mean to me. I just get told to kill myself. Fear, resentment, longing for something lost is all that I am now.

Savannah was once a Rose herself. Yes, a flower and an innocent young girl. When she insults me, I feel her anger. Wrath is always my rebuke. Savannah was an egg in my clutch. In my room of a quiet night, I wonder why we became enemies. In the end we both were in the wrong. We became obsessed with Rose. Savannah was a troubled person and still is. So was another past lover of mine with blue eyes and silk skin. So was the one that told me eight days in of friendship, that there were no emotions involved. This girl though. She has a chance. I have another chance., and if she embraces me as I have her, then I will welcome her and perhaps she will befriend Rose too.
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