So after a good amount of time hanging out with Chad I learned something

Sex is gross and I'm losing all interest in it.

The thing with Chad is that he has TONS of sex, like every single day, sometimes twice a day, a lot of times with different girls. At the very least 1 new girl per week

"Hey bro what do u think of this chick? I'm gonna fuck her"

Every other day I hear this and it made me think, do I come across like this too!?(but to a lesser degree) I realize that trying to have sex with a lot of chicks is really a terrible goal and kind of disgusting tbh

Another thing is that my sex drive is complete poop right now because I'm dieting, but unlike last time it was down, this time I have ZERO interest in sex at all. I can't imagine fucking a girl right now, it makes me uncomfortable. So I'm definitely going to abstain for a loooonng time if things keep going how they're going.

can i feel your muscles bro

Yes bro

*flexes for rc*

I just need to align my Avi to start posting

I've always liked Harlow/Sapphire smh sep7agon be chillll

Shit the fuck up you're like a little 15 year old white girl

shut the FUCK up and hop your ass outta my thread boi

Yo when that happens to me, it isn't a particularly good dream.

What do you mean?

I'm gonna go for a long night walk and listen to emotional music

I was about to make a thread identical to this one. Same details and everything.

Mhmm no need to make fun of me 

Every time I fall asleep I keep dreaming about a girl I was friends with 2ish years ago that I was completely in love with.

In real life we were like best guy/girl friends, we were so similar it's crazy. She was never into me romantically but I got over it because I just loved hanging out with her ect

She moved super far away like a year and a half ago and I didn't keep in touch and i pretty much got over her, but for the past few weeks I keep dreaming about her and it's making me mad because it keeps resurfacing old feelings.

/blog

Quote from: Jive Turkey on March 08, 2016, 11:28:57 PM

Class, Deci, and Loaf could all be cousins

Ye but Loaf is easily the ugliest.

Agreed

Class kinda looks like Deci
Deci kinda looks like Loaf
However Class and Loaf don't look like each other very much

Class, Deci, and Loaf could all be cousins

I just threw up in my fucking mouth

jk cute pic loaf

Fuck all you racist pussies 💯💯💯 ✊🏿

ITT: Shit that doesn't actually happen

feelin like a million billion dolla peakin off some sick tracks man boutta get a fukin sick pump brah you know what it is prewrokout got me buzzin gonna kill some chest it's chest day baby

Toxic is the word that describes my first day of Tenth Grade at Taft High School. It was a toxic nightmare. Every single second of it was agony. I continued to beg my parents to not make me go, but it
was to no avail. My father drove me there, and I didn’t want to get out of his car. He almost had to drag
me out. I somehow found the will to put one foot in front of the other and walk towards that awful, ugly front building.
The first week of Taft was living hell. I was bullied several times, even though I didn’t know anyone
there. After being so used to wearing a polo shirt with khaki pants as a school uniform at private
schools, I continued to dress like that even after leaving Crespi. I didn’t give any thought to how nerdy I
looked. I was too withdrawn, like a turtle tucked into his shell. I was still in the process of going through puberty at the time, so I still looked and sounded like a ten-year-old. Such a persona attracted zero attention from girls, of course, but it did attract bullies like moths to a flame. I was completely and utterly alone. No one knew me or extended a hand to help me. I was an innocent, scared little boy trapped in a jungle full of malicious predators, and I was shown no mercy. Some boys randomly pushed me against the lockers as they walked past me in the hall. One boy who was tall and had blonde hair called me a “loser”, right in front of his girlfriends. Yes, he had girls with him. Pretty girls. And they didn’t seem to mind that he was such an evil bastard. In fact, I bet they liked
him for it. This is how girls are, and I was starting to realize it. This was what truly opened my eyes to how brutal the world is. The most meanest and depraved of men come out on top, and women flock to these men. Their evil acts are rewarded by women; while the good, decent men are laughed at. It is sick, twisted, and wrong in every way. I hated the girls even more than the bullies because of this. The sheer cruelty of the world around me was so intense that I will never recover from the mental scars. Any experience I ever had before never traumatized me as much as this.
I couldn’t do it anymore. On the morning before the second week of Taft started, I broke down and cried in front of my mother, begging her not to make me go to that horrible place. I was so scared that I felt physically
sick. I continued crying in the car on the way there, and my mother gave in.