You're you and I bet if I was talking to you I wouldn't. I'm from a boring city where everyone is nice and polite and restrained, so its habit for me to be withdrawn when talking to strangers. Jessie when I was talking to you I was horribly depressed and physically ill and that is all I could think about. I didn't want to dump it on you. Thats why my best friends in real life are the ones that I can joke around with and talk about, books, movies and films with. With those people I can brush aside the fact that I am incredibly fucked up and I can just have fun. As soon as I feel really close to someone like I do with a lot of people online I feel like I have to bear my soul to them, and my soul is black, or grey, or just so depressingly heavy and doomed. It was not until I wrote all of that that I realized how fucked up I really am and how I will probably never have a real relationship ever again. I think I am actually starting to cry.
I have met at least 2 from here, but didn't spend enough time with them to really get to know them in person.
no crying allowed pussy! i have a black soul that allows me to make fun of your illness and depression you'll probably never have a real relationship again not because of anything aside from the fact that you have a small penis i hope you realize that by talking about your penis i'm trying to get to to laugh instead of being a soft giant flaming gaylord <3 and hey dave, i totally think that's sig quote worthy, just not for you for someone more .... straight
close..more like in my mouth... i think you might be mistaken as to what i meant by straight i was in fact taking a jovial jab at your sexuality in jest i was indeed saying that you are a homosexual
let me get john madden in here to explain what i just did.. so..so..so..what indian summer did here was..was take the word straight and put it next to other words which made a..a sentence and what that sentence did was make a joke
