I feel inhuman.
Rather dead in fact.
I don't like it.
I don't know how I feel.
The artist's ink has run dry.
Much like his desire to get out of bed.
Feels like Groundhog Day.
Just waiting for that small hit of joy.
Like a junkie chasing a fix.
Without it, I just feel distant.
Most of my friends feel distant too.
I can't blame them.
I fuck friendships like my relatives fuck sheep.
I just want to meet someone who makes me feel happy to be alive. Happy to be flawed.
Is that possible at the age of 18?
Told my friend about this... his advice.
Masturbate mate.
I can't seem to enjoy that anymore.
It seems pointless to me.
I do not want an objectified woman to scream my name or call me 'daddy' while giving me empty affection.
I want a woman who will wrap herself around me, kiss me gently and say "night darling, I can't wait to spend tomorrow with you".
Sadly these requirements seen a little too specific for Pornhub's search bar...
-XR
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Moments of gladness, moments of sadness & everything in-between.
PoetryI'm an 18 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy, depression and anxiety. I'm a British Hipster Punk Fuck who has dreams of happiness and independence. Living with my difficulties can be saddening and difficult so to cope I draw (follow my Instagram: ale...
