These are the writings of a guy who is as emotionally stable as a bag of rabid rats in a flaming Meth lab.
Sunday, December 13, 2009
And the answer is…
I guess I have my answer… any sex is too much sex. I really hate being alive today. Being a depressive type any way the thought that I will be vexed by this condition the rest of my life is a bit too much to tolerate just now.
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