It’s nearly three in the morning and I just finished berjerking the gerk. I felt good. I felt orgasmic. I feel like such a loser. I do it every night around this time. As I type this, my brother is sleeping in his bed whilst I lie on the floor covered in man juice. It’s gross. It’s not right. It’s a problem, an addiction. It’s gotten to the point where I’m not even functioning correctly. I’m a horny asshole who’s mean to his girlfriend. For fuck sakes, she’s sleeping over and I’m still doing it! What the fuck’s wrong with me?
I’ve got to stop. I will stop. I can. There’s is a lot more to life to explore and I won’t be able to do any of that shit if I just waste my time in front of a bright screen, flashing nudie pictures in a dark room. What the fuck’s wrong with me?
I’m done. I’m done. I’m fucking done.
2:51 AM. Wednesday. 11 November 2009
Happy Veterans Day.
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It’s strange when you’re atop something like that. It’s not the height that scares the shit out of you, not the wait either, it’s the wonder. Sitting there looking over the edge thinking, “What’s the worst that could happen?” and then concocting the worst shit you could possibly think of. I was there, atop that thing, with her. She was eager and I was unusually reluctant, scared. Then wam-bam-shalabam, I was off. Jumping into the unknown, into uncertainty and in the end after plunging into the water it was over and I-we-were fine. And that’s when I knew that life is like that, you jump or you don’t. You can think all you want, but until you let yourself go and just jump, you won’t be able to actually KNOW. You just got to jump and hope and pray that it’ll be for the better.
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