cute. i make a heart felt confession in this missrable f***ing "new" thread and am pushed. you could not even begin to act like you know me. but thanks anyway because i truly love the cacti on my genitals...and my heart. it feels sooooo f***ing good.
i am a lost maladjusted soul . i was raised by a drunken single mother who abused me in many more ways than i ever care to talk about here. so now i relive it by grasping for whatever affection i can muster. it is a vicous cycle. any questions?
life is a pigsty.