Can't you see my blood is wearing thin?
If I told you that I have two pillows, even though I need only one, and a huge inflatable bed, which I would never be able to fully occupy, no matter in what position I lie, would it sound like I am too desperate to get laid? Because this is really pathetic. And the worst part is that I bought a set of 2 pillows, for example, completely unintentionally.. And only when I got home, I realized that I never needed 2 pillows. So now I just have it in my huge bed near me, every night. Empty. Call Freud.
I get interested glances at me almost everywhere I go. But I still feel unbearably lonely and unwanted. Because what is the fucking point of their glances? Or some kinky comments... or what is the point of not paying any attention at me and then sneaking to my Galleria profile? All of this doesn't make me feel any warmer or loved!!! I just don't understand it why some people can't really tell/do what they truly want, but instead prefer to deny it, sulking somewhere. I wonder if I will ever be able to say 'hey, today I am happy!'.
In the end they are all dicks. Some are just more special than the others.
I get interested glances at me almost everywhere I go. But I still feel unbearably lonely and unwanted. Because what is the fucking point of their glances? Or some kinky comments... or what is the point of not paying any attention at me and then sneaking to my Galleria profile? All of this doesn't make me feel any warmer or loved!!! I just don't understand it why some people can't really tell/do what they truly want, but instead prefer to deny it, sulking somewhere. I wonder if I will ever be able to say 'hey, today I am happy!'.
In the end they are all dicks. Some are just more special than the others.