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Exhausted1705
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- Jun 11, 2020
- 51
When I was 11, I was wearing red pants and walked like a model. We were kids playing outside but I knew how to wink and drive the boys crazy.
When I was 17, I lost my virginity with and I didn't really care.
I have always had a curiousity towards sex.
When I was 19, I was raped for the first time.
20 raped the second time.
In between then filled myself with friends with benefits, I was a real hoe.
Things got worse when I had a bf who liked being a cuckold.
He made me feel comfortable and allowed me to explore my sexuality.
By now I was an insta baddie and advocate for the sexual liberation of women.
By February I wanted to be a porn star but I stopped before I did it.
I didn't care what people thought.
Anyway dropped out of Uni, relationship ended, tried to kill myself, insulted my family.
Thing is they don't belive my rapes. I had a manic episode and basically blew my life up and now I am miserable.
The only time I am happy is when I eat, or when I am sleeping.
I stay with my aunt and her son, I am gonna ctb with an extension cord on Friday.
I tried to think of a way to make my life better but man life is hard.
Sometimes I dream about falling in love and being happy despite being a slut. My brain makes me think that I could be loved, married, that some crazy man would love me, take care of me and never leave.
But the reality is lonely and empty.
I have sisters, I am a first born and I wish I had my life together but it's too late.
My aunt is going on an overnight date with her boyfriend, I am gonna wait for my cousin to sleep. Use the extension cord, wrap it around the door bell, throw it over. Step on the washing machine and jump of. My feet won't be touching the floor this time.
I really want to go. I can't live like this. My mom is dead, I saw her late at night, dressed in white.
I think she's saying it's okay if I want to go.
When I was 17, I lost my virginity with and I didn't really care.
I have always had a curiousity towards sex.
When I was 19, I was raped for the first time.
20 raped the second time.
In between then filled myself with friends with benefits, I was a real hoe.
Things got worse when I had a bf who liked being a cuckold.
He made me feel comfortable and allowed me to explore my sexuality.
By now I was an insta baddie and advocate for the sexual liberation of women.
By February I wanted to be a porn star but I stopped before I did it.
I didn't care what people thought.
Anyway dropped out of Uni, relationship ended, tried to kill myself, insulted my family.
Thing is they don't belive my rapes. I had a manic episode and basically blew my life up and now I am miserable.
The only time I am happy is when I eat, or when I am sleeping.
I stay with my aunt and her son, I am gonna ctb with an extension cord on Friday.
I tried to think of a way to make my life better but man life is hard.
Sometimes I dream about falling in love and being happy despite being a slut. My brain makes me think that I could be loved, married, that some crazy man would love me, take care of me and never leave.
But the reality is lonely and empty.
I have sisters, I am a first born and I wish I had my life together but it's too late.
My aunt is going on an overnight date with her boyfriend, I am gonna wait for my cousin to sleep. Use the extension cord, wrap it around the door bell, throw it over. Step on the washing machine and jump of. My feet won't be touching the floor this time.
I really want to go. I can't live like this. My mom is dead, I saw her late at night, dressed in white.
I think she's saying it's okay if I want to go.