Oh yes, and now I return to the forum after my long absense. I've been very busy, but as of right now I feel like I'm ready to DIE. I feel like... like shit. Oh yes, like shit. Like a steaming pile of shit so huge it would require four dogs, an unlimited supply of food, and a 2 months. That's how much shit I feel like. 6'2" 150 lbs. of SHIT!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!
Let me explain...
I was once in love. Love, a chemical reaction in my brain so microscopic..has made an impact on my life that I will never forget. This woman that I've decided to love will always be part of me and my memories in life. Lord, she was perfect.
She was so perfect that I actually concidered spending the rest of my life with her. How much of a stupid ass I am! Blinded by love, my Leo, controlling, over-protective mother**** of a self thought that I would find this one person at age 14. Once again, refer to the main idea of the first paragraph: SHIT!
By the way, the word "shit" will be used several times in the future of this thread.
Every detail about her was perfect for me in my mind. The way her hands had wrinkled on the insides, the tint of her skin, the way she giggles when I tickle her feet, and..her ass.
Oh yes, the delight of the female body that attracts me to a degree that I will never be able to express into words..the ASS.
As soon as I got a hold of it in my hands, I was dead and in the afterlife..Heaven.
But anyways, enough of this ridiculous humor. Because I am in tears at the moment and sneaking on the computer because I am unable to live with myself due to extreme guilt, I will continue on to the main point.
For a good 6 months now, I have been in love with another woman. Love is very powerful indeed. My admittance that I have emotionally cheated on a girl that means most everything to me has scarred me for generations and generations to come in my future lives.
And why?! WHY?! Why did I allow myself to love another? Because of the simple reason that my girlfriend is not sexually satisfying.
Now, I'm sure you all must be thinking, "that isn't love! It's all about the pussy, isn't it, you sick ****!"
Quite the contrary, it was the pussy that I cared about least (please remember, I love pussy more than the ass due to it's Cotton Candy flavor) because of the following reason:
IT WAS 4 ****ING MONTHS BEFORE I GOT A HUG FROM HER
Concider that for a moment. No, literally, I wish for you to sit in your chairs and think what it would be like to date another human being WITH emotions for a whole 4 months without any physical contact of any sort. How hard on my part, knowing that my friends got oral sex within the first 6 months of dating.
The last sentence probably leads you all to another statement: "You shouldn't worry about what your friends do, but worry about yourself and go at your own pace." Yeah, well... suck my dick. Wait, no, I'm afraid that is impossible! I haven't known you all for 83 years! It would be impossible for you to even TOUCH my penis! Not to mention.. I am a.. BOY. A living BOY. Oh, my, goodness..
Now, I have my mind set on dating this other woman who is as well my age and has the same sexual limitations that I do (being anything other than vaginal intercourse (anal sex as well, yes)).
Why are these my limits? I am male, I'm not supposed to have limits! The reason being that I do have these Satanic creatures that I am forced against my will to listen to and live with called PARENTS. They are very intrusive and ask me quite frequently about my virginity's existance and who beholds of this precious invaluable object I couldn't give a **** less about.
However, we are getting off topic.
So let's summarize what you have learned so far about the current situation while you sit lifelessly at your computer with your mouth open......shameful of you.
I'm trying to break up with my girlfriend of 11 and a half months because:
-I believe I can be happier with another
-I believe she is not ready for a relationship
-She is getting too attached to me
Oh, there is something NEW here! The THIRD statement. For those of you whom are unable to use proper vocabulary, THIRD means THREE. One, two, and..THREE!!! The THIRD statement was: She is getting too attached to me.
Let me explain: SHE IS DEPENDING ON ME FOR HAPPINESS!!!!
Without me, her life would be boring and lonely. She has 2 other guy friends, impossible for her to fall in love with another. Ever since she has fallen in love with me, she has cared more about making ME happy than making HERSELF happy. You understand now? If not, reread until your eyes pop out of your main sex organ: the brain. If so, good, I'm impressed that you got this far into the thread without being bored to ****ing tears.
Now, such large amount of writting for such a little problem..
I am unable to break up with my girlfriend because I still care about her. I am not in love, no, but her feelings mean more to me than anything in the world. If I could do it in a way that would be painless, I would. Her feelings.. oh.. to give you an idea:
I would donate my right-testacle for a technique to break up with her painlessly.
RIGHT NUT ON SALE!!!!
Most unfortunately, my nut will never sell. Too bad. Boo ****ing hoo.
Will anybody here to be the pleasure of giving me wonderful, life-changing advice before I drive myself to insanity?
Any would be greatly appreciated.