Sometimes I Wonder
I think I have a secret desire to punish myself for something I did. I try my best to make relationships work. You know.... the usual things. Try not to lie, don't cheat, etc. When you lie to someone about fucking bareback at the job that your boyfriend got you while the slutbag videotaped it "Otis Spunkmeyer Danishes" and all and continue to lie your ASS off about it saying "I could never ever do that to you" and never fessing up to it, you are giant fucking asshole who deserves to be castrated and all things horrible. I could never respect a man like you and understand why shit comes raining down on you. I can understand why you are so hot and have to resort to dating someone as ugly as me. I was confused at first, but now it makes sense. Ugly guys will let you walk all over them, buy you shit, and believe all of the lies you tell. And they will be thankful that someone like you is even WITH someone as ugly as them. All of this is has been true of me. Not anymore. I hope your dick falls off and you shit out your guts. I hope you fuck someone who jams their fist so hard up your ass, you have no colon resistance. (Seeing as though you're almost there to begin with) And I hope you die alone and ask yourself why everyone doesn't wanna be with something so used up and discarded. Then you MIGHT be able to feel the pain you deserve to feel.