I worked from home and bought a vacation with the money!!!!!!

to like my body, to feel comfortable in my own body, to want sex, to have sex, to enjoy sex, because of a strict conservative upbringing. Not wanting to burn in hell. People make fun of these beliefs but when you grow up in it, it's very difficult. I feel so disconnected from my own body. It's very strange. I want to deprogram myself but don't know how.

a fleshlight. Odd how people are "comfortable" talking about the use of dildos but when it comes fleshlights, all of a sudden there's a bit of a cringe factor.

I had forgotten about the return of full nasal functionality. Now everything and everyone smells like either shit, cat piss or sweaty balls. I should start smoking again.

Despite all the talk about how community and friends is what makes life livable I am constantly surprised how flakey people are and how disposable offers of connection are. Treat others as you want to be treated. If you agreed to spend time with people, stick to it. If you’re too busy say it when you’re being invited.

But I just don't know how. If I can make a positive change for someone or something then maybe I wouldn't feel like my life is so meaningless.

I've been following her onlyfans for months and I've seen her naked, masturbating and other stuff and I feel horrible but I can't stop, she doesn't know I do

I’m done with all these lame chain restaurants like Denny’s, Boston Pizza, Earls, Cactus Club and so on etc. They’re all pretty much the same song and dance: mediocre food and lousy service. I need to find a new place to eat.

I was a bird so I could fly by and shit on all the people who have crossed me.

Years ago I spent a lot of time at this place. There were regulars and the music playing had a particular sound. There’s a way people dress when you go and everyone speaks a similar way. I’d drink what the patrons were having and talk about spirits. It felt like my whole life was there. And then I just…stopped going. Now when I am exposed to anything that has the faintest whiff of that place I get the heebie-jeebies. What I see looking in from the outside of those memories scares me and I will never go back to church.