Post by tim on Jan 3, 2005 0:31:17 GMT -5
I'm so fucking lonely.
I used to have someone to talk to. Even met her at a shyness forum. Talked to her for over five years. There was a time when there were long letters sent twice a day, five hour sessions on the Messenger.
But I can't talk to her anymore, because she screws other guys (somewhat indiscriminately) and then she tells me all about it, while having no desire to see me, and to this forever solitary guy it seems the cruelest joke in the world, baked up by fratboy gods just to humiliate me right down to the michochondria.
I really should take this as an opportunity to step away, revisit some long ignored talents, read a book, find a new hobby, clean the washroom, take long walks. But I can do none of that; I just find myself staring hour after hour at this stupid machine, wishing I had someone to talk to like I once did.
I'm old; I'm unsuccessful at life; I'm negative and depressed; I regularly discover pubic hairs growing out of my ears. Does this sound like someone you've been waiting to talk to? Well, then I'm waiting to hear from you.
Any males will receive our standard form letter thank-you for writing and will never hear from us again. I want a female to be writing to me, someone nice and intelligent and funny. And while it might be good for me to fall into one of these things with someone closer to my own age, I seem to attracted to the idea of talking to someone young, someone in her 20's. Maybe I should be taken out behind the barn and shot while the kids are away at school, but I'm stuck in this sad place of being a lecher for the college girls. (The person I can't talk to anymore is now 24.)
Anyway, no promises. I might decide I can't take more years of investing in pretend, or I might be so lonely I get obsessive and scary. But, if you're sitting in your room so bored that you're thinking of writing another letter to the Bendy River Mauve Stocking Killer, maybe you could set that aside and write to me instead.
tim_id0@hotmail.com
I used to have someone to talk to. Even met her at a shyness forum. Talked to her for over five years. There was a time when there were long letters sent twice a day, five hour sessions on the Messenger.
But I can't talk to her anymore, because she screws other guys (somewhat indiscriminately) and then she tells me all about it, while having no desire to see me, and to this forever solitary guy it seems the cruelest joke in the world, baked up by fratboy gods just to humiliate me right down to the michochondria.
I really should take this as an opportunity to step away, revisit some long ignored talents, read a book, find a new hobby, clean the washroom, take long walks. But I can do none of that; I just find myself staring hour after hour at this stupid machine, wishing I had someone to talk to like I once did.
I'm old; I'm unsuccessful at life; I'm negative and depressed; I regularly discover pubic hairs growing out of my ears. Does this sound like someone you've been waiting to talk to? Well, then I'm waiting to hear from you.
Any males will receive our standard form letter thank-you for writing and will never hear from us again. I want a female to be writing to me, someone nice and intelligent and funny. And while it might be good for me to fall into one of these things with someone closer to my own age, I seem to attracted to the idea of talking to someone young, someone in her 20's. Maybe I should be taken out behind the barn and shot while the kids are away at school, but I'm stuck in this sad place of being a lecher for the college girls. (The person I can't talk to anymore is now 24.)
Anyway, no promises. I might decide I can't take more years of investing in pretend, or I might be so lonely I get obsessive and scary. But, if you're sitting in your room so bored that you're thinking of writing another letter to the Bendy River Mauve Stocking Killer, maybe you could set that aside and write to me instead.
tim_id0@hotmail.com