I'm sick of having urges that never get met. It just leads to sorrow. I'm sick of not being able to talk to the opposite sex because I look like a moron when I have nothing to say due to nervousness. And then I blush like you wouldn't believe. Totally out of control, it comes on without my even consciously thinking of embarrassment. I fucking hate it. I fucking hate my mind. I wish I could just cut my balls off and never have any sexual desire again. Soon enough spring will be here and I don't know if I can handle another year of seeing a thousand new smiling couple holding hands. I'm a senior in college and never even kissed a girl. Year after year I see freshman, some assholes, hand in hand with girls.
I'm hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.
Go ahead, be mad at me for moping.
I'm hopeless. Absolutely hopeless.
Go ahead, be mad at me for moping.