I’d give up everything just to see you one more time.
I pay hung rentboys to whip my b*** and tell me I have a small d***. I can’t put this in the ‘guilt’ category because I really enjoy it.
I don’t think I’m going to survive much longer. I’m a failure, and I always will be. I’ll never be my own independent person and I don’t deserve to be. I should’ve gotten it over with years ago.
