Friday, January 20, 2017

More contemplation

                Just read somewhere that if you hook up a helium tank to a plastic bag, and stick your head in it, you can die painlessly. I wonder if that's true.
                I wish I had the luxury of thinking nobody would care. But I know they would. That's the only reason I'm not going to try that out. I'm never going to be happy. Never really have been, unless I was lying to myself. Maybe I should do that more often. Fuck life, fuck religion, fuck everything. I hope I die in an accident next time I get in a car. 

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

False alarm

             Got my hopes up too high, like I knew I would. Everything was great, but turns out, she wants a christian. That was the only problem for her. Fuck religion. I hated it before, but now it's a bit stronger. It divides people. Prevents happiness where everything else is fine. Sure, neither of us were our perfect matches, but she was as damn near perfect as I'm likely to find. I still plan on being friends with her, and do most of the stuff we did before, but I don't know how long that'll last. I really thought it could've worked.

Friday, November 25, 2016

Looks like things are improving

         I met someone I really like. And she seems to like me. I hope it's in the same way, but I'm not sure. She's 23, smart, funny, beautiful, sexy... she's amazing. I've only met her twice, but we have a few plans to meet more in the future, including walking a beautiful nature trail. And she loves taking walks in the rain as much as I do. I can't get her out of my head. I know I usually just post negative stuff here, but I know I have at least 2 regular readers, and I thought they might like to hear something positive in my life. I'm trying not to get my hopes up too high, but I don't think I can stop it... oh, well. I'll let myself be happy and just try not to screw it up.

Saturday, October 15, 2016

Contemplation?

        A little while ago i sat and stared at my wrist holding a box cutter in the other hand. I've never really come that close before. I even retracted the blade and dragged it down the length of my arm. I'm never going to be happy. Why not do it? Well, for one thing, I doubt I'd be successful at it. And if I was, I'd upset my niece and nephews, and my parents would probably end up moving. But that's if it didn't kill them. I'm not worth the hassle. So I guess I'll continue this meaningless life at least another day.

                                               Fuck life. Fuck everything.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

A couple new developments

                  One thing that's happened, is that I've begun seeing a therapist. I likely will never mention the whole pedo thing, but I have plenty of other stuff to get off my chest. Not sure how helpful it'll be, but I guess it's worth a shot.
                  Another thing, I've recently gotten into online DD/lg (Daddy Dom/little girl) roleplays. I met a couple women online who pretend to be my daughters. One we do the normal father/daughter stuff, plus the sex stuff, with little to no other interaction. The other, we talk normally, and we transition into father/daughter lovers when we're both in the mood. The first one started off great, but it's been going for about a month, and is slowly becoming more of a chore than anything, especially with a few plot developments that have happened, but I won't go into that. But the second, I do really like, genuinely. I only met her about a week ago, but I really like her. Unfortunately, she lives in another part of the world, and the time difference is such that we can't talk much.
                  I met both girls on a website where you get paired up with random strangers, and through talking, I was lucky enough to find out they were into the same thing I am. One negative thing happened a few days ago, though. I had a text-only role play with someone there on the site... it was very graphic, very dirty, and I loved it. After we both had fun, we started talking, and we learned stuff about each other. Turns out, she was... young. I won't give exact details, but she went on to tell me she has had real life affairs similar to what we had just role played. It really messed with my head. Barely slept that night. A combination of turned on and disgusted, by both her experience, and with myself for wanting what I want. I'm not sure if I truly want what I want, or if it's just the idea of it that's so appealing.
                 Another minor thing is that I thought i had found a super easy job that paid pretty well. I was hired to post housing listings online for a really good weekly pay. But nope, turns out it was a scam, and I fell for it. People are assholes.

Monday, August 1, 2016

Temporary happiness

          You know what I hate? Well, assuming you've read my other posts, I'm sure you know several things... but another thing... a thing in my head. Every time I laugh or smile, I am instantly reminded that I am horribly HORRIBLY depressed and that I know for a FACT I will never be truly fulfilled in life. I will never have that RV, nor the trip around the continent. I will never have a relationship with a person I'm fully attracted to. That I know it's all meaningless. Futile. And that ending my suffering would expand the suffering of those that care about me. I do know people do care about me. If I thought they didn't, I would probably have killed myself years ago. But I know my nephews, my niece, my mother, father, sister, and even my brother to some extent cares. But that doesn't make me any happier. While I do care about them very much, they are also a barrier to the end of my pain. My parents being the keepers of the bird in the golden cage... I have no freedom, but I live fairly well. I have a roof over my head, food in my stomach, plenty of entertainment... But I want what I can't have. I suppose everyone does. GODDAMN IT I WANT OUT. Ugh, another tangent.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Jealousy is a bitch

            The past few weeks, maybe months have been difficult. Especially in my head. Every time I see someone either in public, on TV, or even if I just hear someone talk about their love lives, I've been feeling like I'm hearing about a crime, or something. Like someone is being hurt or wronged in some way. I know it's not true in most, if not all cases I've seen, but the feeling remains. I feel almost disgusted by other peoples' happiness. But I know this is jealousy. Jealousy is an ugly thing. I think I'm a decent person, why can't I have any happiness? Truth is, deep down, I know I can, if I could somehow get over my neuroses, insecurities, anxieties, and fear. It just feels like an impossible task. I just need to keep reminding myself that "feeling" and "thinking" something is completely different, and can be completely at odds. On exact opposite ends of the spectrum. I can feel something is wrong, but logically think it's not. I know loving someone, especially when the love is returned, is inherently a good, beautiful thing. But when that love is felt, and not returned, while beautiful, it can also be very ugly. I know I'm not making any sense. Just chalk this up to the ramblings of a madman on a slight uptick of a downward spiral.