I hate my mom's new husband. He is being investigated for possibly being a pedophile, and she thinks he is innocent. He's racist, homophobic, disgusting, and says some of the most disgusting things ever. Yet because he goes to church and will give you the shirt off his back she is supporting him and thinks he's innocent.
I travel for my job. I'm married to a lovely woman. When I was a young teenager another boy and me would sneak off to a secluded place, take off our clothes and perform oral sex on each other. Next time away from home I hired a Male escort. A young black man with a huge p***s. Can't wait for the next time.
I have a huge problem with popping my pimples. Like... I will sit in front of the mirror for literal hours, picking at my skin. And the weirdest part is that I genuinely get such a rush/high whenever a pimple pops. I've associated the pain with it too, so now when I feel pain in my face I get excited? I swear this shit is ruining my life
I just want the people around me to feel happy and be in a good mood all the time. It helpes me SO much when they are. I feel this way about everyone, everywhere. The people surrounding me are miserable, unfortunately.