I’m a 20-year-old dude, grinding through my second year at uni. I’m killing it academically, no slacking there, and I’m not some outcast—people vibe with me, crack jokes, and seem to enjoy my company, though hell if I know why. Still, I’ve got no real crew, no tight bonds, and definitely no chick by my side. I chat with my uni mates on campus, and occasionally ping old school buds on socials, but that’s it. Never had a girlfriend, never even came close. Truth is, I’m a scrawny fuck, glued to my PC all damn day, wasting my life jerking off to porn and losing myself in Skyrim and Dota. It’s pathetic, and I’m fuckin’ ashamed I can’t get my shit together and stop being such a goddamn loser.

#struggle #lonely #gamerlife #getalife

Last night, under the cover of darkness, I indulged in a forbidden ritual during my monthly curse, fingers daringly exploring despite the crimson tide. My heart raced with dread, imagining my mother’s horrified gaze at dawn, spotting the bloody evidence on my hands. That fear twisted into a nightmare—my sister brutally slain, her blood smeared on my guilty fingers, and a lifetime behind bars as my fate. I jolted awake, screaming into the void, “I’M NOT TO BLAME!” My mother burst in, her eyes locking onto the scarlet stain on my hands. With a disgusted “ugh,” she turned and vanished into the night.

#taboo #nightmare #guilt #shock

I’m a damn fine-looking chick with a wild streak.
Sometimes, when I’m hammered and craving a rush, I doll myself up in the boldest outfits, slap on some fierce makeup, and hit the highway to flag down a taxi.
I always spin the same tale—booze drained my wallet dry, so I beg for a ride in exchange for a quick blow.
Out of ten drivers, five or six bite the bait.
The real buzzkill? When I stumble on some bleeding-heart types who just offer a free lift out of pity.

#wildlife #hustle #thrillseeker #nocensors