Everybody Needs A Dream 2: Electric Boogaloo

wasn't going to bring it back until I found something suitably bleak

morning forum, some of you may or may nor know I had been battling prostitute addiction and had managed to keep it under control until yesterday

Long story short- I went for a drive on the mon night and it was pitch dark and I saw this "shapely" "curvy" coloured woman- she came over and I thought so I made an excuse up but I took her number

Anyway I drove off and thought how great was I -no more prossies - however I txt her for a laugh when I was bored yesterday in work somthing like -id like to wa*k all over your tits sexy

she replied -yes please you can wa*k all over my tits baby

anyway I was walking home and somehow rang her up and arranged to meet in town in 20 mins time

so I gave her a location to meet- I then got 2nd thoughts again and walked off and then came back -I could see her standing there- wearing a black velvet tracksuit -I could reall see her thunder thighs, fat ass, and rugby ball fanny and then her huge belly and to make things worse she was wearing a bowler hat

I looked from a afar at this fat f**k -anyway she clocked me and instead of walking away I felt I had to carry it out as to not hurt her feelings

we walked a few metres to a hotel -I went in first and waited at the handicap toilets - I sat there all but alos a little as I was waiting for this very very fat ugly brown girl and I wasnt man enough to run away

anyway ratatattat she knocked on the door and came in -I was actually disturbed at her appearance -huge fat ugly frizzy haired woman - I was repulsed

she asked what I wanted -sex, anal, BJ and sex, or just a BJ- I paused for a second to pretend I was so excited I couldnt think but I asked for a hand job

I took my trousers and panties down and stood there -she went to touch my cock but I said hey watch this and I started wa*king whilst she watched -I told her can I see your tits- she took them out -her back was very hairy like a gorillas and under her arms were f**king rank -massive black brillo pad bushes -I was having great difficulties in keeping hard -she felt uneasy and said this has never happened before and did I want her to suck my cock

I told her no and it was all my fault -I then asked to see her knickers- not sure why -just thought I would get my moneys worth

she pulled the jogging bottoms down and warned me that her bikini line needed done -it was the worst nightmare -her fat chunky legs and then a black G string -her pubes were like in a comedy- all hanging down a good couple of inches -I told her NOT to take her pants down in any circumstances

she turned round and her ass cheeks were that fat they each ass cheek was square shaped and all blotchy and cellulite and quite red

I told her she had a sexy booty and id love to f**k her ass- obvisouly I was repulsed by it but I was actually having a laugh to myself as she thought she was quite sexy

she told me anal is 120 but as I gave myself the hand job she would do it next time for only 80! wow bargain!!

I managed to wa*k myself off by not looking at her -got changed and left very quick -she told me to txt her and we could have a great time etc etc

I left the £40 on the toilet seat and scarppered -so in effect I padi £40 to wa*k myself off to some fat fat fat ugly hairy king kong in a handicap toilets

I walked home -kinda happy all I did was wa*k myself off and not f**k that bag of sh*t

- had a relapse but sometimes it is ok to have one as it makes you think and become stronger

anyway I rate this fat wookie at -654654654 /10

Potential funnies (or fake posting if you're feeling mean) at the Second Chance blog! LINK

Maybe not though:

If I had a second chance I would have told my mother the day that my father molested me, rather than waiting until 20 years later. I would have known better that his threat of "my mother will kill herself" if I tell her was just a bluff to keep me quiet. He would have been out of my life, I would have been in therapy early and started healing my wounds rather than letting them seal in psychological dysmorphic ways in my mind. I would be a mentally healthier person and had long been in a relationship for more than one month.

Age 33

Gender F

EVERYBODY NEEDS A DERAM

there is no god

B. The first meets
------------------

I believe you have a girlfriend you can experiment with.
If you don't, find one. For those purposes, every mid looking
girl will suit. Every one can owe a girlfriend, and it's not
the time and place to explain how to reach one. (maybe in the
next "completed guide of...").

If you don't have a girlfriend yet, at least try to achieve
a meet with one.

If you want to continue seeing this girl you have to remember
the following:

* Don't make a physical connection on the first dates
(don't kiss her goodbye and don't hug her )

* Let her talk. If she has a lot to say - just listen.
A node with the head and some leading questions will do.

* If she is permanently silent you can always ask her about:

- herself (hobbies ext.)
- school (although it seems to be boring, you can talk
hours on this subject)
- her musical prefers (If she mentions an artist that
you dislike, don't show it to her. Just hide it.

- tell her about yourself.
- ask her if she knows x & y from her school.
- and the most important: don't answer with yes or no.
those above are chat-stoppers. Expand you speech.
- tell her jokes
- remember to have a lot of humour - they like it.
- very important : don't be serious.
- Mind your manners: don't talk rudely nor curse.
- smile : release the tense.

If all the above fail, and you can't find common language
with her, you Probably won't keep with her long time.

* Where to go at the first time:

- movie (let her choose, but don't insist on doing so)
You can talk about the movie latter.
Pay for you both. (as it's obvious). If she's ok, she
will insist on paying on herself.
- go for a walk
- meet at one of your homes. (It's better on her home - she'll
feel more relaxed and free)
- party : if available
- School - only if you learn in the same school

* If you enjoyed her company, tell her so. Tell her that you
enjoyed, and you want to see her again. Before the end of
the meet, fix yourselves a new date (fix it on the same evening)
exchange telephones, ofcourse.

* Flatter her, but know your limits. Flatter to her nice sides.
(Every one has some). Tell her how nice she is.
Flatter to her looks (If you at least find her attractive).
Don't say to her "You are the most beautiful girl I ever so"-
It sounds non-natural.(She's Probably not.)

* If she plays (love-games) a little - please understand.
we'll close the bills later...

* Don't bother her with too much telephone calls. Be cool
at the first meets, or she'll take advantage over you.
Show her you interested, but not desperate.

How will you know if you are friends or not?
here are some ways:

- Hear what her girlfriend thinks about your connection.
(For instance: If she meets her girlfriend in the street,
and the above askes if she is your girlfriend - hear what
she says (it's an embarrassing moment - from experience...)
- Enter phrases that assume that she is you girlfriend in
your talkes to her. (not infront of her and your friends)
See how she react to those statements.

The first physical connection. There are two ways establishing it:

* The spontaneous way: Kiss her goodbye (not in the first
date - she'll appreciate it if you'll have patience.)
In the following date take you hands together.
It's very romantic.
Dance with her in one of your homes. Dance is a kind
of hug, and it the middle of this slow song - kiss here.
(she might be shy in public, so understand her,
and do this critical steps in public garden or other
quiet place.)

* The non-spontaneous way: Lead her to non-public and
quiet place (i.e. garden) look in her eyes and silent
for a moment or so. She, understanding the moment, will
silent too. Approach her head with yours, and gently
kiss her a few times on her mouth. Hug her.
(BTW, this the recommended way).


By this time, if she is with you, you'll understand that she
likes your company. If she didn't, you won't reach that stage.
If she likes you (or love you - in the better case), she would
more then hugs and kisses -- but don't hurry. You should have
patience. You should reach the bed only by small steps.


C. Phase I - "I like you"
-------------------------

You (both) will start to say compliments to each other.
Don't say you love her if you don't feel anything to her.
Choose the right moment of doing so.

Imagine the situation: You tell her "I Love you.". She, likes
you very much, but the way to love is still long.
She will be in shocking situation. If she'll say "I love you too"
and she doens't mean it - you will both leave in lie.
If she'll be silent, you will Probably have bad feelings --
"She doesn't love me at all.."

You can say to her "I like you/your looks/your style."
This isn't strong as "love". Love is very strong word.
Don't use it when not needed.

Some guys say to their girls that they love them -
They think she will jump to the bed right a way.
Although she will try to show you her greetings, don't expect
to much. She's just a girl, and if she is between younger then 16.
she's Probably virgin.

Bring her flowers & presents some time - it will mean very much
to her. If you like to write, write her love letters.
Bring her audio cassette with love songs - she'll remember you
and connect you to them.


D. Phase II The body language
-----------------------------

You are now on the kings way.

You should talk about sex by this time. Ask her what she thinks
about it. (Don't involve doing sex with YOU). Ask her about
sex generally. Ask her what is the appropriate age for doing it.

Start investigating her body - only in one of your homes.
After you kiss her you should get to a situation where
you are laying one infront of another (on the bed)

Let your hand travel over her body Don't touch between her
legs - do the things in the order below.

Sneak you hand under her skirt and pat her back.
If she wears a bra put you hand under the stripe (the one
above her back - but don't open it - let your hand travel under
the bra surface and forward to her tits. Don't touch hard there -
it hurts. If she resists get you hand out of there quickly.
We will continue later with this. Give her 10 minutes of rest
from the last event. Talk about something else.
(Remember - Don't ask her why she resists. Just ignore.)

Another area you should quest is her ass. Pat it gently -
Stack you hand gently under her trousers and move your hand
more deeply every time. She'll Probably resist or do sounds
of disagreement. Remember - Even if she says she's not -
She like your touches there. By this time you should be friends
for 1-2 months or so - you know each other enough for those
games.

After few meets doing the above, you can try removing her bra.
The fastest you do it-the better she won't say anything.
Don't ask her too remove it by herself - You're on you own now.
after you opened it, don't ask her to totally remove it
(not at the first time, at least).

Now it's a very important moment. Remember to close the
lights, and get blanket from somewhere. Move you hand down to the
area of her cunt. (all with clothes, of course).
Pat her near it - but don't touch it directly. She'll bag in
her mind from you to do it. After a few minutes of doing so,
(Don't forget to kiss her all the times...she's not a sex machine)

Move your hand directly to there. You might feel some bones there
(and by this time you are wondering where the hall is)

Don't ask her if it's good to her. It is. Your touch there
is just like an electrical shock - it's very pleasuring.

If she's OK, she will do the same to you, so you will both
feel perfect understand of each other. She might resist to your
touch, but -believe me- if you'll stop toucing there for a meet
or so, she will curse herself. The next time you'll try -
you won't hear a hiss.

Now...open her trousers. If she'll resist ask her what she
afraids from. What can possibly happen?
Start patting her cunt harder and with circulating movements.
(she is still with her underwear -- don't remove it!)
Have patience and control yourself.
If she'll like what you are doing there, and she's OK,
she will do the same to you. Don't hide your erect penis.
You can't. But she'll will be amazed from the quick reaction...

Now your hand is there - circulating over her underwear.
The best way of directly touching it is to "accidently"
insert a finger under her underwear. (Do it from her legs side)
She want resist...don't insert a finger in the hole -
It can hurt even if she isn't virgin. Remove you fingers from
there and insert full hand from her stomach side.
Lay your forehand on her hair, and let the fingers play a little
down there. Try to locate her clitoris - this is the mega power
station of emotions... (Open the little lips of her cunt and
travel up until they meet (the lips) there should be there
an small organ (About 2-3 cm) - rememberon't touch there to
long - it is the most enjoying organ there, but it's not the only.

Don't forget to kiss her all the times. You can lick her tits
nipples (not all the girls will let you doing so in that stage)
Kiss her under her neck and lick her hear.

Continue touching her there. The lights are off, but try to
look if her eyes are closed. If they are - she's enjoying.
If not, continue patting her there - her eyes will be closed
immediately.

Try to concentrate on her (girls like attention) but if she
wants to pleasure you let her doing so. Remember - don't expect
to much from her. You are the leader in the bed.

Try to give her an orgasm. A few minutes of direct squeezes
at her clitoris will do. If it doesn't - ask her what will make
her good there. Let her instruct you, but don't insist on it.
If she has a serial of convulsions - she reached it (with your
help of course). After that she will feel free to do it to you...

After the next meet she will take a talk with you. She'll say
that she don't like what you've reached ("..I think we are getting
to much close to it..."). Ask her "What do you afraid of??
You had fun didn't you? Look. I don't rowing anywhere.
I don't know if I want to it yet (I mean full sex)".
She'll be convinced. She won't start with it when you are doing so-
she have to much pleasure...

You are both naked now, beside of your underwear (I hope).
Now - lay on her.
Curse the existence of your lower underwear - Loudly.
Lay her on her back. Massage her for 10 minutes. Kiss her back.
Now - Remove her underwear completely - she'll fill safe
because she is on her stomach. (No danger of actual intercourse).
Remove your pants. Lay on her (She still upside down -remember?)
She will Probably feel great and hot. Rub your penis against her
ass chicks. Say to her "would you like me to take some safety
percations?". She'll say "What do you mean?" answer her:
"I almost finished...".

Pull a condom from somewhere (I bet it waited a long time...)
and put it. Lay again over her and make some moves. Now - Rotate
her so she'll lay on her back again. Lay over her. Fiddle with her
cunt a little and try to insert your penis.
If she'll say "don't insert" - say "ok", wait and retry.

If it doesn't enter, open her lips with your two hands and try
again. If she is virgin, it will Probably hurt her a little
so please be patient and if you are powerful, wait for the next
meet. (In the next meet throw your parents of your house for the
day). If it still hurts her, try to expend her virgin membrane
with your fingers. (There IS a hole there - even if she is totally
virgin. All you have to do is expend it a little).

Congratulations....


What if it doesn't work - There are few possibilities:

- You tried to move too forward with not too much time.
- She's totally cold (Frigid). Find someone else.
- She isn't ready yet. Convince her. "What do you have to loose?"
remember that you must make yourself credit from hers side
- She is afraid of pregnancy : Wait, or convince her that you
will take a reliable anti-pregnancy device. (Tell her that
you'll take condoms; If she's virgin, this is the only
possibility).

If she is totally afraid, but want to try sexual intercourse,
convince her to take anti-pregnancy pills.
It is vey hard for anyone to admit befor a strange person
that you're making sexual intercoures; try to understand.
BTW, the doctors usually don't "insert hands" today.
(They just test blood pressure and heart beat rate)

She will give you examples of girls that she READ about that
used anti-pregnancy devices that failed; tell her "Did you hear
about all the intercourses which didn't end with pregnancy ?"
and "Why are you so negative about it? it's positive thing!"

- If all above fails and she still don't want it, wait.
or....merry her...

All the procedure described here (From totally start) Should
Take about 3 months. If you're thinking that you are moving
to quick, slow the rate.

someone to defeat even Brian in their anal-retentive approach to listening to music:

A caution to people buying these: if you do not follow the "directional markings" on the cables, your music will play backwards. Please check that before mentioning it in your reviews.

I was disappointed. I consider myself an audiophile - I regularly spend over $1000 on cables to get the ultimate sound. I keep my music-listening room in a Faraday cage to prevent any interference that could alter my music-listening experience. Sending any signal down ordinary copper can degrade the signal considerably. While ordinary listeners might not notice, to somebody with even a rudimentary knowledge of sound, the artifacts are glaring. Denon should have used silver wiring (hermetically sealed inside the rubber sheath to prevent any tarnishing, of course), which has a significantly higher conductivity than copper. Furthermore, Denon needs to treat the wires they use in the cable with a polarity inductor to ensure minimal phase variance.

Needless to say, I returned the cable and wrote an angry letter to the so-called engineers at Denon.

http://www.amazon.com/review/product/B000I1X6PM/ref=cm_cr_pr_link_1

INTERNET MALE wrote:there is no god

Oh Jesus

INTERNET MALE wrote:there is no god

haha, have just read Danny Wallace's "Friends Like These"
there's a good bit where he pretends to be a full on furry to freak out one of his old mates

INTERNET MALE wrote:Now - Remove her underwear completely - she'll fill safe
because she is on her stomach. (No danger of actual intercourse).

INTERNET MALE wrote:Fiddle with her
cunt a little and try to insert your penis.
If she'll say "don't insert" - say "ok", wait and retry.

You knew what it meant
to wear black and white
And then you came back
to make 11 men fight

To fight for the fans
to make a city proud
You enlightened a nation
and made us scream loud

One day you were gone
and geordies they wept
All those lost years
a soul-less club crept

It crept closer to darkness
ready to fall
And back you came again
to save us all

A dream re-awoken
a nightmare relieved
A city so joyous
we all believed

But something was happening
Something wasnt quite right
a dark cloud came over
and dimmed that hopeful light

They stopped listening to you
and crossed the line
they began to dethrone
a king undermimed!

And again you were gone
but we refuse to lay blame
on a king never forgotten
may we forever sing your name


KEEGAN, KEEGAN, KEEGAN

THERES ONLY ONE KEVIN KEEGAN, ONE KEVIN KEEGAN, WALKING ALONG, SINGIGN A SONG, WALKING IN A KEEGAN WONDERLAND

One of my dogs, for the past 3 days or so, has been acting extremely weird. Here's a list of what he's doing:

1. He gets on the back of another dog and sort of rides on the back of the other dog sort of jumping.
2. If I get this dog separated from the others, he wines so much, it gets very annoying, so annoying that I lock him up behind another door far away, sometimes even out in the cold if it gets too overwhelming. If close, this doesn't happen as intensely.
3. If I let him out, he wants back in again. If I let the other dog out, he'll always want out.
4. Fairly recently, there was a bond made that was so strong, even with a 25-pound dog below and the 15-pound dog on top with the lower dog hanging and movement up and down to simulate about 2 G's of force, the bond wouldn't break. That's like 50 pounds of force for a bond no more than 2 cubic centimeters. That is such an intense force required. After repeated whacking (sometimes even hard whacks), the bond still remain as if not giving up. The bond finally broke and a lot of liquid came out (and it wasn't yellow suggesting urine). After this episode, I locked him up again and he was breathing in and out like 4 times a second, so fast, it doesn't seem right.

What is this all about? My dad is telling me to keep the two separate so I was. The whacks are to tell him that what he was doing was not allowed, and despite being whacked a lot for 3 days, this continued to happen.

Where do you find these things man?!

classic dream

-----Original Message-----
From: CWCSonichu@aol.com
To: community_support@directpartners.com
Sent: Fri, 3 Aug 2007 8:20:20 PM Eastern Daylight Time
Subject: To Nathen;

In addition to my message on your machine...

I REALLY WANTED THAT TRIP SO I COULD HAVE A CHANCE TO IMPRESS MY SWEETEST MEGAN AND POSSIBLY FULFILL MY DREAM OF GETTING MARRIED AND SOON HAVE A DAUGHTER NAMED CRYSTAL. YET NOW I, A FRUSTRATED HIGH-FUNCTIONALLY AUTISTIC 25-YEAR OLD VIRGIN, HAVE BEEN BALLZ-BROKEN LIKE I HAVE THROUGH A BIG CHUNK OF MY LIFE IN AMERICA'S FAVORITE GAME, "KICK THE AUTISTIC!" *sigh*

I had my fantasies of having fun with Megan, taking her to a really extravagent destination (I am not rich), taking a long-wanted tour of the Nintendo of America company tour, with her, playing Guitar Hero against the guy in the PaRappa costume, jamming with Megan in the hotel room and possibly our first time in the bed... *sigh*

Life can be soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo unfair and f***ing corrupt.

But I digress; TAKE THE A-CAPELLA RULE TO THE MAX on those THREE out of ten videos.

Take care;
Christian Weston Chandler. (:_(

-----Original Message-----
From: CWCSonichu@aol.com
To: fourdogs4@sitestar.net
Sent: Fri, 3 Aug 2007 9:08:40 PM Eastern Daylight Time
Subject: Well, I'm emotionally busted... :(

I just learned that I am not the winner of the PaRappa Chop Chop Master Onion Contest; among their ten videos, they were organized Alphabetically (I checked the html source, and that explained why I was number 7. Anyway, that lucky jerk, admstackhouse (assumed to be his e-mail name), gets to go to Seattle. That SOB should have really been disqualified; his dance was supposed to be MUSIC-FREE, yet he has some s***y beatbox noises in the background throughout his video (so did two others).

I am Angry, Depressed and Lonesome ALL SIMULTANEOUSLY. I worked so d*** hard; I sent like over 500 messages between MySpace, Playstation Network and AOL. And I even made up over 120 dummy e-mail accounts to match with their dummy Playstation accounts, so I could stuff the f***in' ballot...

I really wanted to take you somewhere fun and exciting so you and I could be together for longer than usual...and I really wanted to give you and John each a PSP... *sigh* I've failed. So much effort...rappin' and dancin' with goofy effects to be even considered...spreading the word as far and wide as possible...wasted. And I did it all for you, Megan; I had you in my heart as I chopped the Onion A-La Mode dance...I gave so much energy, even had a gut virus for a couple of days...crazy I guess.

Anyway, I'm not in such a delighful mood at this time; it may take a few days or so for me to recover...then again, you make me feel happy...I just realized that you were and still are a continuing inspiration for me. I looked at you in our photo ever since you left for Kentucky, and I get a happy feeling... from the feeling of having you to fall on when I feel low. You are such a delightful listener, and you are truly intelligent when you talk about what interests you and such. I am so delighted to have you in my life, and I appreciate you everyday. <3<3<3<3<3<3<3

Oh, so what if I didn't win that trip; I still can look forward to being able to coming over to your house, or you to mine, sometime. And I will get to see you at least on Fridays (although I'd like to be able to be with you much more than that). I like you so much, Megan.

As for the what happened at the Game Place; it was so-so, and I didn't get any Soul Calibur cards today. Although from my monthly tugboat, I did get the new Guitar Hero game and the PS1 classic, UmJammer Lammy, some ink for my printer, a bunch of slim cd and DVD cases and a 4GB memory stick duo.

Although I'm certain you have oodles of stories of your days in Kentucky, and I truly look forward to listening to you telling me about them.

Thank you, Megan, for being my continuing inspiration. I hope you all are doing well, and I await your safe and sound return. Take care.

Faithfully yours;
Chris Chan.

My entire life, I have had three really close friends, Ann, my mother, and my dog Tubs. In fact, these have been the only friends I have ever had. The most influential of all these friends has been Ann.

When I moved with my mother to Fresno at age 9, I didn’t know anyone and I was very lonely. After many days of boredom and isolation, I decided to venture out and make new friends. It was a mid summer day, sometime in July and I was sorting my X-Men cards on the curb outside hoping to draw attention from the popular kids that played down the street. I began sorting my cards, shuffling them, and then re-sorting them over and over again, but my attempts for recognition were continually ignored. After a few days of my tedious work, I received some hard earned attention; but to my dismay, it was not the kind of attention I had hoped for. The so called “cool kids” from down the street began to make fun of me, and one of them went so far as to kick my beloved X-Men cards into the gutter. I began to cry and was about to be pummeled by the relentless mob when a little girl my age came to my aid. She sternly told the kids to leave me alone and then asked if I was okay. This was my first encounter with the love of my life, Ann Elizabeth Johnson.

School soon began and I again had no friends. I tried to be popular by participating in kick ball games and such, but all my attempts were fruitless considering I would just end up injured or made fun of. Life at Lemon Crest Elementary was tough and the only true human contact I had was when I would find Ann and show her my X-Men cards. She would always tell me they were pretty and congratulate me on collecting them all. I lived for those moments.

My X-Men fascination eventually died out but my love for Ann never did. In the 6th grade my tastes evolved and I moved into the collecting of Pokémon cards and paraphernalia. I would find Ann everyday and show her my first additions and collectors t-shirts. My merchandise never ceased to amaze her, and this single fact drove me to collect them all.

Ann and I became really good friends in high school; I would work in the attendance office so I could find her schedule and try to change into all of her classes. Even though all the girls laughed at me when I transferred into home economics, Ann’s beautiful face was far worth it. Ann was very popular and it was difficult getting a seat next to her, so I settled for seats in direct visual range of her. I always raised my hand in our classes when the teachers posed a question, in an attempt to look smart in front of her. Although I was wrong most of the time, I would always turn over to her and smile. Every time I did she would smile back at me. Her smiles were so inviting and each time she gave me one, I was reassured that one day I would be her husband, and I had a feeling she did too.

Eventually it came time for college applications and I again used my attendance powers to find out what colleges my love was applying to. I applied to all the same colleges and I knew that we would be together, and hopefully in college I could pop the big question. We ended up going to the same small Christian college and I knew that the best times of our lives’ laid ahead of us.

The first day at our new school, I waited in the Cafeteria for a good four hours, waiting for Ann to show up so I could surprise her, but she never came. After a few days of waiting, I finally established a visual on her. She was eating in the Cafeteria with all of her friends and I came up behind her with a Diet Coke, her favorite drink. Even though it was diet, she did not need to loose weight; her figure was perfect and stunning. When I was near, I tapped her on her shoulder, offered the soda, and braced myself to see how exited she would be to see me at the same school as her. To my dismay, she was not being her usual self; she stood up and yelled at me, called me a stalker and told me to leave her alone. At that moment my heart completely stopped. I dropped the soda and it landed all over her brand new shoes. She slapped me and without thinking I threatened to kill her. She appeared to be stunned by this comment and I didn’t know what to do, so I ran away in an attempt to hide my tears. With that last comment I made, I brought irreparable damage to our relationship and I knew she would never take me back. I ran to my dorm room where I cried for many hours. Rejected by my friend and lover, life was too painful to live.

The next day I ditched classes and went to Ann’s dorm room. I busted open the door and began to pull out all of her clothing and throw it in the middle of her floor. I tried a lot of it on and then began to cry. At first I was overwhelmed with sadness and then anger. I punched her mirror and it shattered on the floor into a thousand pieces. How could this soulless whore do this to me? I grabbed a piece of glass from the ground and slit my wrists. I then laid on the floor, on top of all her cloths, in tears, wearing her favorite skirt and one of her bras. I felt so worthless and wondered if this was the way Beast from X-Men felt when he started to grow blue fur. With my last few seconds of life, I reached for a pair of her underwear and took a good whiff. Then it got really cold. Life is so unfair.