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Damn, bro. That sucks. I feel your pain.
Maybe this poem could help, it's very deep:
My shattered dreams and broken heart
Are mending on the shelf
I saw you holding hands
Standing close to someone else
Now I sit all alone
Wishing all my feelings was gone
I gave my best to you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry
One last cry
Before I leave it all behind
I gotta put you out of my mind this time
Stop living a lie
I guess I'm down to my last cry
nah, I'm playing. But what's stopping you from reaching out to her now and hitting it?
based on a convo i had with a friend recently about two of my exes...
in my mid 20's, after back to back FUCKED UP relationships (dated a crazy bitch, got my heart broken, her "best friend" consoled me by sucking my dick. total. madness. ensued.), i decided to stop fucking PERIOD.
i would not date in order to get my mind together, get over BOTH them hoes, get control of my urges, and then without sex getting in the way go after a "good" woman.
my plan was to do that for about 6 months. 6 months turned into a year. a year turned into TWO YEARS. two years turned into THREE. by that time i was running out of my twenties, that shit was getting OLD. in retrospect its was a good thing, as it taught me a buncha lessons.
first off, women can SMELL celibacy on you, and it becomes their duty TO BREAK YOU out that shit. i dont even think its a conscious decision they make, it might be all instinctual. but ima say this: they asses will go straight porno flick on you, and i'm not talking about broads you have flirted with or hollered at, i mean just casual aquaintences, coworkers, etc. you gone get your ass grabbed, dick grabbed, titties rubbed on you, all out in public or on the job. i aint trying to hear SHIT about male on female sexual harrassment, women got that ON LOCK.
second, that shit will make you insane. its not natural. adults are sexual by design, you need to find a healthy way to express it. i wasnt watching porn and i was not jacking off. i caught myself looking at women like they were fresh baked chickens with gravy. because i wasn't getting laid i didn't want to be touched PERIOD. and i went to a church where you had to be hugged. A LOT. by WOMEN. i was ANGRY at fine broads who i KNEW weren't SHIT, because fucking them would defeat the whole purpose of what i was doing. so i walked around MAD, FRUSTRATED, HORNY, and HATEFUL cause i couldn't get a woman that fit my list of characteristics. you know, like a lot of women do.
third, it will make you both stronger AND weaker. after turning down, avoiding, or simply running from pussy BY CHOICE no woman will EVER be able to "SEDUCE" you. you will always be able to make a conscious choice to fuck, there will NEVER be a slip up, accident, or some shit that just happened. the down side is that i'm forever like a ninja who done almost starved to death. out the blue, unexpected shit that broads do turn me THE FUCK ON. somewhere in my mind i'm STILL STARVING, still sufferring from pussy deficit disorder. so now if i get any HINT that a broad is trying to fuck i put distance between myself and her, as i MAY CHOOSE to fuck. and i'm married.
lastly, you will not put up with any teasing, "friend zoning" or other bullshit done by broads, as you will NEVER have time for that OFFENSIVE shit. this is a good thing. you'll always be on some: bitch put out or get out. there is a good dick shortage in the world, but PLENTY of pussy. don't let these broads fool you, they need sex more than you do.
[breathing out]whoooo saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah[/breathing out]
whew, that DOES feel better.
in my mid 20's, after back to back FUCKED UP relationships (dated a crazy bitch, got my heart broken, her "best friend" consoled me by sucking my dick. total. madness. ensued.), i decided to stop fucking PERIOD.
i would not date in order to get my mind together, get over BOTH them hoes, get control of my urges, and then without sex getting in the way go after a "good" woman.
my plan was to do that for about 6 months. 6 months turned into a year. a year turned into TWO YEARS. two years turned into THREE. by that time i was running out of my twenties, that shit was getting OLD. in retrospect its was a good thing, as it taught me a buncha lessons.
first off, women can SMELL celibacy on you, and it becomes their duty TO BREAK YOU out that shit. i dont even think its a conscious decision they make, it might be all instinctual. but ima say this: they asses will go straight porno flick on you, and i'm not talking about broads you have flirted with or hollered at, i mean just casual aquaintences, coworkers, etc. you gone get your ass grabbed, dick grabbed, titties rubbed on you, all out in public or on the job. i aint trying to hear SHIT about male on female sexual harrassment, women got that ON LOCK.
second, that shit will make you insane. its not natural. adults are sexual by design, you need to find a healthy way to express it. i wasnt watching porn and i was not jacking off. i caught myself looking at women like they were fresh baked chickens with gravy. because i wasn't getting laid i didn't want to be touched PERIOD. and i went to a church where you had to be hugged. A LOT. by WOMEN. i was ANGRY at fine broads who i KNEW weren't SHIT, because fucking them would defeat the whole purpose of what i was doing. so i walked around MAD, FRUSTRATED, HORNY, and HATEFUL cause i couldn't get a woman that fit my list of characteristics. you know, like a lot of women do.
third, it will make you both stronger AND weaker. after turning down, avoiding, or simply running from pussy BY CHOICE no woman will EVER be able to "SEDUCE" you. you will always be able to make a conscious choice to fuck, there will NEVER be a slip up, accident, or some shit that just happened. the down side is that i'm forever like a ninja who done almost starved to death. out the blue, unexpected shit that broads do turn me THE FUCK ON. somewhere in my mind i'm STILL STARVING, still sufferring from pussy deficit disorder. so now if i get any HINT that a broad is trying to fuck i put distance between myself and her, as i MAY CHOOSE to fuck. and i'm married.
lastly, you will not put up with any teasing, "friend zoning" or other bullshit done by broads, as you will NEVER have time for that OFFENSIVE shit. this is a good thing. you'll always be on some: bitch put out or get out. there is a good dick shortage in the world, but PLENTY of pussy. don't let these broads fool you, they need sex more than you do.
[breathing out]whoooo saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah[/breathing out]
whew, that DOES feel better.
I still have an iphone 4 because I prefer buying weed and clothes.
Damn, bro. That sucks. I feel your pain.
Maybe this poem could help, it's very deep:
My shattered dreams and broken heart
Are mending on the shelf
I saw you holding hands
Standing close to someone else
Now I sit all alone
Wishing all my feelings was gone
I gave my best to you
Nothing for me to do
But have one last cry
One last cry
Before I leave it all behind
I gotta put you out of my mind this time
Stop living a lie
I guess I'm down to my last cry
Hilarious ....she's way past her prime now. About 14 dress sizes bigger
i hate when this commercial comes on..
Your wife is gone away for 1 week and left you in the house with her. And she is ur mother in law....Then one night she says she cant watch horror-film alone...
Just saying...
Just saying...
Since she isn't my mother in law. If she drops them panties. I'm eatin and beatin. Shit I might be trying to knock her old ass up, because that will bring out the beast in me.
Respect.
.....
Reading another thread on here about "fucking the girl of your dreams" jogged my memory about the foulest shit I've ever done. My best friend growing up was the top football and basketball player in the area. He started getting recruited in the 8th grade. We had been best friends since meeting in the 5th grade.
We ended up going to different colleges. He went to an SEC school. I went to a HBCU. I got a 4.0 my first year in school. After his parents found out, I heard them question him about his grades and he basically said anyone could get a 4.0 at a HBCU and that he went to a REAL school. We got into a verbal altercation and I bounced.
A couple of weeks later, I bumped into his girl. He had been dating her since 8th grade. She was one of the baddest chicks I've ever seen in my life. Think Sheneka Adams with a slightly lighter complexion. I had always been attracted but never went there because it was my boy's chick.
She invited me over her crib to talk. She started telling me that she thought my boy was cheating on her and how she was so hurt. She asked if I knew anything. I did, but I told her that I didn't. She must have been able to tell that I was lying because she didn't believe me. She started undressing and told me that she'd let me fuck if I told her what I knew. My mind said "no" but my dick said "yes". My dick won the argument. I fucked and ratted that nigga out.
It was easily the best pussy I've ever had in my life. I could have fucked again but my guilt would not allow me. She and I never told dude what happened but my info ended up breaking them up.
We ended up going to different colleges. He went to an SEC school. I went to a HBCU. I got a 4.0 my first year in school. After his parents found out, I heard them question him about his grades and he basically said anyone could get a 4.0 at a HBCU and that he went to a REAL school. We got into a verbal altercation and I bounced.
A couple of weeks later, I bumped into his girl. He had been dating her since 8th grade. She was one of the baddest chicks I've ever seen in my life. Think Sheneka Adams with a slightly lighter complexion. I had always been attracted but never went there because it was my boy's chick.
She invited me over her crib to talk. She started telling me that she thought my boy was cheating on her and how she was so hurt. She asked if I knew anything. I did, but I told her that I didn't. She must have been able to tell that I was lying because she didn't believe me. She started undressing and told me that she'd let me fuck if I told her what I knew. My mind said "no" but my dick said "yes". My dick won the argument. I fucked and ratted that nigga out.
It was easily the best pussy I've ever had in my life. I could have fucked again but my guilt would not allow me. She and I never told dude what happened but my info ended up breaking them up.
Reading another thread on here about "fucking the girl of your dreams" jogged my memory about the foulest shit I've ever done. My best friend growing up was the top football and basketball player in the area. He started getting recruited in the 8th grade. We had been best friends since meeting in the 5th grade.
We ended up going to different colleges. He went to an SEC school. I went to a HBCU. I got a 4.0 my first year in school. After his parents found out, I heard them question him about his grades and he basically said anyone could get a 4.0 at a HBCU and that he went to a REAL school. We got into a verbal altercation and I bounced.
A couple of weeks later, I bumped into his girl. He had been dating her since 8th grade. She was one of the baddest chicks I've ever seen in my life. Think Sheneka Adams with a slightly lighter complexion. I had always been attracted but never went there because it was my boy's chick.
She invited me over her crib to talk. She started telling me that she thought my boy was cheating on her and how she was so hurt. She asked if I knew anything. I did, but I told her that I didn't. She must have been able to tell that I was lying because she didn't believe me. She started undressing and told me that she'd let me fuck if I told her what I knew. My mind said "no" but my dick said "yes". My dick won the argument. I fucked and ratted that nigga out.
It was easily the best pussy I've ever had in my life. I could have fucked again but my guilt would not allow me. She and I never told dude what happened but my info ended up breaking them up.
Did you hit it raw?
Did you ever think about "being" with her?
After they broke up you ain't try to keep fucking?Reading another thread on here about "fucking the girl of your dreams" jogged my memory about the foulest shit I've ever done. My best friend growing up was the top football and basketball player in the area. He started getting recruited in the 8th grade. We had been best friends since meeting in the 5th grade.
We ended up going to different colleges. He went to an SEC school. I went to a HBCU. I got a 4.0 my first year in school. After his parents found out, I heard them question him about his grades and he basically said anyone could get a 4.0 at a HBCU and that he went to a REAL school. We got into a verbal altercation and I bounced.
A couple of weeks later, I bumped into his girl. He had been dating her since 8th grade. She was one of the baddest chicks I've ever seen in my life. Think Sheneka Adams with a slightly lighter complexion. I had always been attracted but never went there because it was my boy's chick.
She invited me over her crib to talk. She started telling me that she thought my boy was cheating on her and how she was so hurt. She asked if I knew anything. I did, but I told her that I didn't. She must have been able to tell that I was lying because she didn't believe me. She started undressing and told me that she'd let me fuck if I told her what I knew. My mind said "no" but my dick said "yes". My dick won the argument. I fucked and ratted that nigga out.
It was easily the best pussy I've ever had in my life. I could have fucked again but my guilt would not allow me. She and I never told dude what happened but my info ended up breaking them up.
Are yall still friends today? You and the star athlete that is.Reading another thread on here about "fucking the girl of your dreams" jogged my memory about the foulest shit I've ever done. My best friend growing up was the top football and basketball player in the area. He started getting recruited in the 8th grade. We had been best friends since meeting in the 5th grade.
We ended up going to different colleges. He went to an SEC school. I went to a HBCU. I got a 4.0 my first year in school. After his parents found out, I heard them question him about his grades and he basically said anyone could get a 4.0 at a HBCU and that he went to a REAL school. We got into a verbal altercation and I bounced.
A couple of weeks later, I bumped into his girl. He had been dating her since 8th grade. She was one of the baddest chicks I've ever seen in my life. Think Sheneka Adams with a slightly lighter complexion. I had always been attracted but never went there because it was my boy's chick.
She invited me over her crib to talk. She started telling me that she thought my boy was cheating on her and how she was so hurt. She asked if I knew anything. I did, but I told her that I didn't. She must have been able to tell that I was lying because she didn't believe me. She started undressing and told me that she'd let me fuck if I told her what I knew. My mind said "no" but my dick said "yes". My dick won the argument. I fucked and ratted that nigga out.
It was easily the best pussy I've ever had in my life. I could have fucked again but my guilt would not allow me. She and I never told dude what happened but my info ended up breaking them up.
before, after or during the deed?
was it good cause it was good, or cause it was SO wrong?
Yeah, I hit raw and she was definitely a chick that me and everyone in my city wanted to get with. She was a beautiful chick.
No, I went back to college and met my wife. Plus, I felt guilty as hell.
Not really. we talk occasionally. Ironically, the next chick that he dated after this chick fucked up his head really bad. He moved up north and fell out with everyone including his family. His family suspected some kind of mental illness but he was never the same. His wife stays in touch with me more than him. Sometimes he calls acts like we're best friends at other times he completely ignores my calls and texts. He does the same with his family, so his wife is the one who reaches out to everyone most of the time.
before, after or during the deed?
was it good cause it was good, or cause it was SO wrong?
It was good because I had wanted her for so long, she was extra hot and moist, and her body was truly out of this world. Plus, I was a late bloomer looks wise. I wasn't a virgin but I had never fucked anyone even close to being as fine as her. That shit was thrilling, but I violated bro code big time. I've never told ANYONE that story until now. In fact, I had completely forgotten about it. For the past few years I've been calling homey a bad friend for the way he has been acting when I actually was the one who was a bad friend.
bump(s)!
bump(s)!
Mmhmm
I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'm broken, as well as exactly how broken I am.
Mother issues, father(less) issues, abandonment issues, being the product of emotional, psychological, & physical abuse, chronic depression, anti-social , all make me wonder if there is a life worth living ahead of me.
Self medicating prolly ain't healthy, but it's comforting when nothing else is.
Maybe I can afford $50/hr to talk to somebody.
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I'm coming to terms with the fact that I'm broken, as well as exactly how broken I am.
Mother issues, father(less) issues, abandonment issues, being the product of emotional, psychological, & physical abuse, chronic depression, anti-social , all make me wonder if there is a life worth living ahead of me.
Self medicating prolly ain't healthy, but it's comforting when nothing else is.
Maybe I can afford $50/hr to talk to somebody.
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you'd be surprised how much help you can get from talking to a qualified counselor about that shit.
its like getting a broken arm, never having it set properly, and not knowing your arm is fucked up until one day you realize just how crooked it is.
it might hurt getting it reset, but it'll heal much better and suddenly you can use your arm properly.
I get nothing out my therapist.
I lie to my psych doc when she asks me if I have thoughts of hurting other ppl.Niiiigga! I have extremely violent thoughts about catching someone stealing or bumping into me and severely beating them.
I am in a very dark place right now.Not crazy (bipolar or schizophrenic) but I'm not sure of the future.I like music and film but feel I'm to old to grind out a career thats not on some facebook/twitter nigga trying to sell everyone beats or film cat with the Detox of documentaries that will never see the light of day.
I want a career I love but at the same time I fear not having the security of a paycheck.But ppl with security don't have the luxuries of life.I'm under this pressure from myself to make millions so I can live the life I want.Thats where learning to code comes into play.I see that shit as my ace in the hole if I can come up with a great app.I'm either gonna go back and finish my bachelors in cyber security or go to nursing school.Learning to code and working in either tech or healthcare could give me some good ideas on apps.
I'm glad I'm not suicidal because I would have off'd myself.
you either need to be honest with ya doc or change providers.
cause if youre lying they cant give you proper advice or treatment to suit your specific needs.
as for the rest, sacrifice is the road to glory. you might have to move back in with family members to get your product ready for the market.
Glad I'm not the only one.Then one of them calls me at like 2am randomly every few months and I think its that call every time and they only calling to see if I called earlier in the day.
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