I’m a 20-year-old dude, grinding through my second year at uni. I’m damn good at my studies, not a slacker when it comes to hitting the books, and I get along with everyone at school. They seem to dig my vibe—maybe I’m a laugh, who knows? But here’s the kicker: I’ve got no real mates, no tight crew, and definitely no chick by my side. I chat with my uni pals strictly on campus, and barely ping my old school buddies on social media. As for romance? Nada. Never had a girlfriend, never even got close. Truth is, I’m a scrawny little shit, wasting my life glued to my computer screen, jerking off to porn and losing myself in Skyrim and Dota 2. It’s fucking embarrassing, man—I can’t seem to pull myself together and stop being such a pathetic loser.

#lonely #struggle #gamerlife #selfloathing

Last night, during my period, I indulged in some late-night self-pleasure, blood and all, before crashing into bed. My nerves were shot, paranoia creeping in that come morning, Mom would spot my crimson-stained fingers and start asking damn questions. My anxiety spun a wild nightmare where my sister was brutally slaughtered, her blood somehow on my hands, and I got slammed with a life sentence. I jolted awake in the dead of night, screaming, "I’M NOT GUILTY!" Mom burst into the room, took one disgusted look at my bloody fingers, muttered "ugh, gross," and just walked out.

#taboo #nightmare #bloodysecrets #wtf

I'm a damn fine-looking woman, no question about it. Sometimes, when I'm smashed out of my mind and craving a wild rush, I throw on some flashy clothes, slap on bold makeup, and hit the highway to hitch a ride with a cab. I always spin the same sob story—blew all my cash on booze, and hey, can you give me a lift if I return the favor with a quick blow? Out of ten drivers, five or six bite the bait. The real buzzkill? When I stumble on the bleeding hearts who just offer a free ride out of sheer kindness.

#wildlife #hitchhiking #riskytales #unfiltered