A Fresh One

Well, hello! Couldn’t keep away, huh? It’s been, what, a day? Watch your step! That’s someone’s lower intestines! I don’t know who the hell it is! A couple of hippies, maybe! Or some fucken horny teenagers! Ah! Here’s her tit! A pretty good sized one from the looks of it! You want it? Suit yourself.Continue reading “A Fresh One”

Old Memories

It’s been quiet here lately. No sightings of vampires, ghouls or werewolves. The wind whistles through the trees with a ghastly moan, though. It sends shivers down my spine! I used to think this place was a refuge for my pain and repressed memories. Now I’m not so sure. Plenty of good memories have beenContinue reading “Old Memories”

Kik is for Losers

I’ve tried Kik in the past, if for no other reason, than to find people to talk to. I come up empty every single time. It’s okay, though. Because tonight, I realized that everyone on Kik has one thing in common: they’re all bored. Were humans this bored back in the 1950s? Technology has madeContinue reading “Kik is for Losers”

Home

Hopefully, I get to go home sometime next week. It’s been a long time coming and I’m ready for it. I’d be lying though if I said I don’t have my worries. I’ve slipped up on porn here lately, wrote a couple of sex stories. Perhaps that was the catalyst for my anxiety? Whenever IContinue reading “Home”

Today

I spent the late afternoon up until a few minutes ago (1:30 a.m.) playing Madden 20. It makes me feel bad. I don’t know why. Perhaps I feel that video games pull me away from socializing with my family. Maybe I have a guilty conscience? As I write this, my heart is skipping beats 4-timesContinue reading “Today”

What do I know?

What do I know? Not a damn thing! Well, that’s not entirely accurate. I know that the earth is round, Facebook sucks and it makes me feel like a fucking zombie and I wish it would die already. I know I’m tired of living here at my sister’s house and having nothing to do. I’mContinue reading “What do I know?”

Suicide

Suicide is a feeling of hopelessness; a feeling that nothing is going to get better. Feeling like the rut you’re in will last the rest of your life. Despite your best efforts, the walls of the canyon you’re mired in, stretch upwards for miles. Webster classifies rut as a noun: a habit or pattern ofContinue reading “Suicide”

Sleep

There is no equal balance of sleep with me. I either sleep too little, or too much. I can’t sleep at night. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’m here at family’s and my wife and children are at home, but when everyone goes to bed, I get anxious. I can’t sleep. IContinue reading “Sleep”

About Face

I fell back into old habits of viewing and downloading porn. I don’t know what made me think I can control it; one video becomes another, becomes another, becomes another. If I were addicted to a harsh drug like cocaine or heroin, I’d be dead by now. Do you ever look at your life andContinue reading “About Face”

Off the Wagon

I succumbed to temptation and viewed porn this morning. Never before have I experienced withdrawals this horrendous; this constant. There are no words of consolation; no comfort. I failed. And I feel like a disappointment. Like a ravenous lion, pornography stalks me from the shadows. It watches me limp to safety, holding out my handContinue reading “Off the Wagon”