Thinking about you.

By you I obviously mean suicide.





Yet another woman in my life.

I met her in a porn chat room. I know what you're thinking, but no. I'm not just lusting after a chick. In fact, my attraction to her hasn't been sexual yet.

Whenever I watched her, it was all I cared about at the moment. I'm happy to just know her. It's made me doubt whether or not I was ever really in love before.


And yet I still feel tortured.

She lives in an area where people, for some reason unfathomable to me, hate her. She seems to expect people to dislike her.

She's in, or was in, an off and on relationship with her boyfriend, or fiancé. She's changed her status from single to it's complicated to engaged to single again so many times that I've given up on figuring it out.

Why she puts up with this dick is beyond me. He's a complete asshole, and I'm not sure he has any redeeming qualities. Luckily he's in the airforce, so he might end up dying.

If I knew her, I wouldn't treat her like he does.
Fuck, I'd worship her. Which is probably why it wouldn't work out if we did ever get together.







And meanwhile my friend finds a woman he really loves who thinks that if she doesn't fulfill his sexual desires he'll leave her, meaning that she's more than willing to fuck him in the ass when he wants it.

Yeah, life's pretty fucking grand.