Get fucked

Isolation is a painful experience.

Yet it has been my entire life. No matter how hard I try no one wants to know. It would be more heartbreaking if there was someone who could even comprehend it. But there isn't so it's not. So fuck off and die you useless old piece of cunt.

I've reached a new zenith of boredom. Beyond the predictable boredom of My Name is Earl and other such tripe. It's called listening to people you have nothing in common with. A very uninteresting trawl through the crassness and smallness of other people's worthless ennuis.

I have a boyfriend or I have a girlfriend or I have a wife or I have a husband. Phrases that are completely meaningless even in terms of the law.

I lose sorely when it comes to convincing anyone of having any kind of attraction towards me. And vice versa in the majority of cases. Mainly because I am so in love with myself that I can't let other people soil me. They make me sick. Seriously. Due to their inanity. It could be overhearing them talk about fucking Elton John, or some bullshit from their working life, and that's it. They are out of my consciousness bubble and can join the pointless realm of the cretin. Most people mate for appearances. I don't. And my relationships never seem to last. My boredom threshold is very low. I enjoy being a complete bastard to people after even a few minutes of 'knowing them'. I can't help myself. I want to destroy everything about them and make them again in my own image. What a god-case wannabe.

Yes. Kiss my cheek.

Suck my cock.

Turn interesting on your way back.