reverendbenzo

Again, I've reached the point. I hate reaching the point. Right now I am once again so fucking sick of everthing. I am tired of being alone. I am sick of the idiotic people that I come in contact with. I am tired of my life and of the point I've reached (which is nothing).
I'm not sure what I want at this point. No, I do not want to continue this life of sitting around and smoking cigarttes in my underwear while surfing SG and random sites. But what else is there for me? I''m too introverted to meet anyone outside of my shell.
I can't masturbate any harder.

The other day I got into an argument with a customer about a diet soda.At this point, I have described.it so often I don't even care.

I guess I just want the unatainable .I want to walk on sandy beaches. I want hot non-white prostitutes.

Tomorow I clean and ignore my impulses.