I can’t make friends because I am depressed. And I am depressed because I can not make friends. Endless cycle.
Want to fool around up a hot girl’s skirt. Ohh those creamy thighs and the treasure above.
I am cheating on my boyfriend of 4 years with a guy I met at uni. Although it is only for quick s**, I feel very guilty for betraying my boyfriend. I just don’t feel that connection anymore, and the s** is not as good. It’s not worth breaking up over this because my bf is the best ever. I just really miss this s***** rush and pleasure that I cannot get from him
