truth is idk what i want. i certainly don’t want to be second string. as long as you have the arrogant desire to keep showing the world that you have other options, your value decreases 25% each time and i can’t believe in my eyes you’ve gone from being a giant to a miniscule pet that actually has to work to get my attention. that’s what happens when your penile goods become used by mere rats, you’ve gone from what i saw as a brilliant shiny diamond to a dull p**** projection. how could you have known of having been told and shown how much better i am for so long that its never a replacement, only that you are now rolling with fleas in my eyes, ones i’d rather not catch really. you’re like a box whose compartments keep closing on me and i am left standing looking at a box which now has less than two compartments left, and one of them is not even a full compartment because its machinery doesnt even play in mine. this is how i view you now and hesitate to keep using this box. why bother? the friend strings are there but the equipment itself doesn’t operate in mine. the movie that plays only always plays the scenes that cause me to weep so why?? and the people at the show are rude juvenile and mean. how could you let them into your movie? the box, one compartment and one other malfunctioning one that doesn’t even operate with mine. i might as well get myself a new box whose compartments are all operating and open and plays movies that allow me to keep smiling, no changing to only the sad shows and watchers who only spew hate. i tried playing with your box. you closed all its doors. it’s no longer fun.
