15. b3 - respect

Chapter 15. Sorry Is Not Good Enough

It is my natural state to be quiet. When I am alone I can write in peace. I am a simple person who loves coffee and cigarettes. I am not super rich. I am not super poor either. I have what I need. Internet, food, and a safe place to sleep. I post extreme things now and then to see the reaction of my readers. Thank you readers from India, America, and Canada. I saw a few from Japan too.

I try to balance my life with good and bad. Too much good does not feel good. Too much bad and I end up fighting the right. I love many things. Music is one of them. I love chocolate and wine. Ok. Not cheap wine. I prefer expensive wine.

You sow what you reap. I believe that is a valid principle. I used to be depressed a lot. Thank god for anti-depressants. I guess that's it for now.


Tysm.

Tc.

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P.S.

I may have been super wicked. I may have been an idiot. I do not excuse myself for my sins. I am sorry for hurting anyone. I don't know how many times I must say sorry. I think my only sin is posting too much shit in this blog. Of course, idk who is reading this. This blog is my space. My home. My safe harbor. May you find peace in cyberspace or cybersex. As you were.


I just played Civ 6 and I can't sleep. Lying in bed wishing you were here to give me head. I should have known better. Now I suffer. I should have head discipline. Crack of dawn almost 3am. The lady who can't sleep must be happy without me. I don't wanna bother her because she made it clear. What's dead is gone. All I can do is suffer and dream on.

Boom... boom... migraine... splintered mind. My gut tells me she has forgiven me. She could have gone on insulting me and my tiny penis. I know that humiliation can come in many forms. Being short. Being fat. Being dumb and so on. Cigarettes make me happy. Actually anything can make me laugh except getting anal cancer.

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