| Before I begin this super fucking huge
update, I'd just like to say that I don't give a shit anymore.
About anything. It's official. This world is more fucked up
than Michael Jackson's face... or Tara
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When I first got on the 'net, it was a
virtual 24/7 pussy wagon. I'd go into chat rooms and talk
to anything with tits,
and by the end of the night would have tons of nude
pics sent to me from guys pretending to be hot
18 year old girls. I guess my goal back then was to get
as many hot
teen bitches as I could to send me nude pics, then have
hotdirtysexchat with them. Maybe because I was 15 and stupid,
but typing out "my penis is so hard baby!!" and
"i squeeze ur big tit" just doesn't do it for me
anymore. I stopped having cybersex
a long time ago. It's incredibly boring and unerotic, and
anyone who tells you that they've never tried it is totally
fucking lying. Even watching girls fist fuck themselves on
streaming cams gets old. I've lost all interest in the Internet
and trying to get
girls naked on it. Sadly, the thrill has been gone for
a long, long time. I've also completely given up on trying
to have a normal life and meeting anyone that would let me
touch their big
fat titties. Now don't get me wrong, I
still want to fuck pretty much every women I see.
I live alone and it's by choice. Three months ago I moved
two hours north of the city into a one room apartment that
costs me $200 bucks a month rent. I'm surrounded by rolling
fields of brownish gray grass, and not a skyscraper in sight.
Rusting tractors and rotting crops dot the landscape. The
town I moved to has a population of 500 people and reminds
me of Chernobyl.
I haven't seen or talked to another person in over two months.
I haven't left this room in over a month, and this is exactly
the way I want it. I am my own dystopic sci-fi movie.
I have groceries dropped off outside my door once a week.
I pay all my bills online. Each night I jerk off, sexually
fantasizing about nothingness. It takes me an hour to
cum
while the static of a dead TV channel plays across my mind's
eye. I have a stove, a fridge, a table, chair and computer.
I have a mattress and blanket. That's
all I need. Sitting at my computer, I can stare past the
screen into the untapped
electronic purity of human engineered perfection. This
computer is an extension of myself, and that's not saying
much, especially since I run Windows.
As much as I hate the Internet, its addiction is now a
part of me. When I'm online, I become a part of it. I
could live in this room for the rest of my life and never
have to leave it. It's totally possible. No one would know
I was dead until a few months later when the smell of my rotting
corpse started to overpower the building. I think what I'll
do is prepay all my bills for a year, then wrap myself in
layers of garbage
bags and fill up the bathtub, then wait for the sedatives
to kick in. Once I reach the edge of consciousness I'll pull
another garbage bag over my head and duct tape it from the
inside. Seal the outside world away permanently. They wouldn't
find me for a long time, and by then all that would be left
is a pile of bones and fermenting
brown liquid. It would be even cooler if I set up a hidden
camera and broadcast my decomposition
on the Internet... but I'd have to use clear garbage bags
for that, and they are way more expensive than the regular
kind!
As I grew up, I started feeling more and more like an outsider
from society. I didn't share the interests of anyone I
knew. I stopped talking to all my friends that I once had.
I had no interest in going out. I couldn't stand hearing people
talk. Sports and pop-culture didn't interest me. I started
taking really high doses of antidepressants to numb
any emotions that I had, since I felt they were completely
useless. I sit here every waking moment and search the Internet
for the meaning of
life, which seems to have not yet been invented. I just
don't enjoy anything. Life is meaningless and contrived. Breathing
is a chore.
When I'm about to fall asleep I each night I focus on the
darkness and I can remember what it was like being in my mothers
womb. I can float inside my head and feel at peace with myself
and my existence; trapped in a bubble of bliss and contentment.
Warm darkness wrapping
around me and comforting me. Nothing to worry about or
anticipate... just the warm embryonic fluid massaging my soul.
I think the only thing keeping me going these days is the
thought that if
I last another fifty years I'll eventually be able to somehow
lose this husk of meat I'm trapped inside of. Physical
bodies are too constricting. Fuck. Maybe I'm just having a
bad day. I was masturbating last night, and put a thick rubber
band around the base of my penis to keep it hard, and after
I came, I fell asleep with the elastic still on my dick. I
woke up ten hours later and my dick was almost black. I still
can't feel it, and I think it's starting to rot off. Good
riddance. I didn't need it anyhow.
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