4-11
Im so agressive now bordering bi-polar like a strong ass conflict going on. Listening to my A loops. Im changing in countless ways, but like I said.; shits goin ham.
Music hitted me core wise, like cutting through to the soul. Got some food, ordered it and the girl behind the corner was looking down, smiley and submissive, like stammering and all that stuff. She went wrong the first round, asking something about food I didnt even mention at all.
Then, at the grocery store, went to get some drinks. E shifts in responses and mostly when playing around with her, she is responsive. Nice tits. What keeps with me right now is that she gave crotch display and open bodylanguage, like, legs opening while leaning back while I went through. Thinking back to this makes me want to rail her till her eyes roll back in her sockets. It arouses me pretty instantly. Man, that girl....
Having massive anger revolving social skills. Im pretty much sure its in DMSI, Im sure. Its resistance.
Another thing is that my car needs to be fixed. What needs to be fixed can be done most early the 15th. It pisses me off to having it not done now, like I want it to be over with.
It takes some reminders to not just smash fucking holes in the fucking walls. I just dont get why its taking so much to just heal and NGAF. like, being social and all is easy. Been there, done that. Being open, flowing, confident and fun, getting my goals met and such. There is nothing to fear. To flip it and understand it. Healing really fucks me up now. It fucks me up that there is so much potential in me. To collaborate is something to aspire to. That I have so much going for me, so much greatness. That launching new projects is a piece of cake. In my chest I even feel this energy like something. In my stomach is a slight weight, like anxiety. In my body I feel emotions and feelings well up now. Like crying, sadness.
I really am wanting to know, dying to know, what it is thats going on. When im feeling fucked up and being real in all that shit. If someone asks, that I can tell. That if an women wants to just asks me how to make me feel better, that im able to just say a fucking BJ would be what I fucking want, only for it to escalate from there, instead of going like...I dont even know. I want this GSF to be done with.
Im so done. Im aware of a shitton of things to turn into a reality.
Im so agressive now bordering bi-polar like a strong ass conflict going on. Listening to my A loops. Im changing in countless ways, but like I said.; shits goin ham.
Music hitted me core wise, like cutting through to the soul. Got some food, ordered it and the girl behind the corner was looking down, smiley and submissive, like stammering and all that stuff. She went wrong the first round, asking something about food I didnt even mention at all.
Then, at the grocery store, went to get some drinks. E shifts in responses and mostly when playing around with her, she is responsive. Nice tits. What keeps with me right now is that she gave crotch display and open bodylanguage, like, legs opening while leaning back while I went through. Thinking back to this makes me want to rail her till her eyes roll back in her sockets. It arouses me pretty instantly. Man, that girl....
Having massive anger revolving social skills. Im pretty much sure its in DMSI, Im sure. Its resistance.
Another thing is that my car needs to be fixed. What needs to be fixed can be done most early the 15th. It pisses me off to having it not done now, like I want it to be over with.
It takes some reminders to not just smash fucking holes in the fucking walls. I just dont get why its taking so much to just heal and NGAF. like, being social and all is easy. Been there, done that. Being open, flowing, confident and fun, getting my goals met and such. There is nothing to fear. To flip it and understand it. Healing really fucks me up now. It fucks me up that there is so much potential in me. To collaborate is something to aspire to. That I have so much going for me, so much greatness. That launching new projects is a piece of cake. In my chest I even feel this energy like something. In my stomach is a slight weight, like anxiety. In my body I feel emotions and feelings well up now. Like crying, sadness.
I really am wanting to know, dying to know, what it is thats going on. When im feeling fucked up and being real in all that shit. If someone asks, that I can tell. That if an women wants to just asks me how to make me feel better, that im able to just say a fucking BJ would be what I fucking want, only for it to escalate from there, instead of going like...I dont even know. I want this GSF to be done with.
Im so done. Im aware of a shitton of things to turn into a reality.