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At the birthday party of my little sister (it was her 7th birthday) I put vodka into the bowle so the kids get funnier.
#alcohol #vodka #birthday #party #sister #bowle #kids #funny
I'm 16 and bisexual.
When I was 14 I had a gf. She was so pretty and we made out like everywhere including the bathroom of our catholic school. I love making her moan.
After breaking up I had this guy friend who courted me. I went to his house then he attempted to kiss me. He did it again and I responded. It became torrid and he started grinding between my legs. It made me so hot but I wasnt't ready for sex. But even if I was screaming no he forced his dick on my mouth and eventually forced it in my pussy. At first it was hella painful bcuz I was a virgin. But he did lots of things that made him scream his name. It was so hot and we can't stop what we were doing.
After that, I became addicted. We hade phone sex, sex in his hous and sext. I got so addicted to porn and until now I can't stop my habit of watching porn and masturbating before sleeping because I left the guy who got my vcard.
Now I want to call him every now and then to have sex even if I got back with my gf because so for nothings happening.
I'm very disappointed at my father to say the least.. I wish he would get arrested coz i know prison is the only place that can save him from himself.
#disappointed #angry #tired #prison
I have a small penis. I allow my wife to have other men have sex with her. I only get to lick her pussy no other sex with her. She said I should have told her that I was small before we married. I have accepted that I can not satisfy her sexual needs and let her have sex with whom ever she chooses.
My hubby doesn't know it but almost everyday I secretly masturbate in close proximity to other people. It all started around 15 getting a ride home from my friends father. In the backseat I realized he couldn't see me waist down and I started touching myself over my panties. Rubbing my pussy so close to someone felt so naughty I just loved it. As of late I hardly ever masturbate alone, it's always in the same room or close by another person, stranger or friend, man or female it's my favorite pastime. When I get the urge I sneak off my panties and using a desk or bag for cover rub my clit to orgasm. Cumming in the company of an unknowing ,sometimes suspecting, person or crowd is the most euphoric feeling. I've been caught before which is embarrassing at first but then fuels my need. My new fantasy is being tied blindfolded naked to a tree and fucked or touched by every person passing, man or woman. That reminds me its lunchtime and I'm not wearing underwear!
I really want to wear girls panties but im a boy they make me so horny i dream every night about being a girl that can wear gorgeous lingerie everyday
I often go outside naked on a warm night to flaunt my erect penis. It's really exciting to walk quietly while it swings side-to-side. And I'm not to going to claim that I'm ever tempted to masturbate while I'm out there.
I'm certainly not going to mention the small hole in my neighbor's garage wall. The hole is about three feet off the ground and fits loosely around my erection. If you were watching you would certainly not see two soft, bouncing buttocks as I desperately try to reach orgasm--barely able to tolerate the rubbing of the rough wood against my penis shaft until my pelvis finally flattens against the wall and the warm semen spurts into the interior darkness.
On other nights, you wouldn't see me squatting down on the low garden faucet, with my sputtering anus positioned firmly on the faucet handle or against the downward curving spigot, unhappily bearing my weight, as my thumb and two fingers vigorously stroke my pink cigar.
Now about that trailer ball-hitch on my other neighbor's car out front. I would definitely not claim that it spends more time lodged between my naughty buttocks then pulling trailers in any given week. But I do sometimes worry about the semen stains on the driveway concrete.
I am now older and married, but when I was around 23, I had an unexpected sexual encounter with another man.
I was recently graduated from college and had just gotten a job at a bank. I realized pretty quickly that I needed to have more professional clothes to wear than the khakis and jeans that I owned, so I went to a local department store -- basically a Macys equivalent -- to buy some nice slacks. After looking around a bit, I chose a few pairs of pants and went to the fitting room to try them on.
As I approached the fitting room, an older man who obviously worked there said he would help me try them on and make sure they had the right fit. He was probably in his 50s, tall and wiry, not good looking but not bad looking either. I thought it was a bit odd -- I had never had another man in the dressing room with me when I tried on clothes -- but he seemed like he knew what he was doing and that this was his job. And since I knew nothing about dress clothes, I said sure and thanked him.
He took me into one of the larger dressing rooms, which had three full-length mirrors at one and a small platform about six inches off the ground. He told me to take off my pants and try on the first pair I was interested in. I didn't think anything of it, and did what he asked. He then told me to stand on the platform so that he could check the fit.
After I did, he started checking the fit, around the waist, etc. He ran his hand over my crotch area and I felt his fingers running across my cock, from the outside of the pants of course. I thought it was probably accidental and didn't say anything, just let him get on with it. But he kept on returning his hand to my cock, each time feeling it beneath the pants, taking it in his fingers and gently shaking it back and forth, and also running down the length of my shaft to the head and then back up again.
Being young, I guess, I immediately started to get hard. Although my body liked it, I was also embarrassed and confused, so I would gently also move my hands over his to move them away. He would comply (as if nothing happened), but seconds later would always return his fingers to my cock and continue gently shaking my shaft back and forth and running his fingers up and down it and gently squeezing the head of my cock.
This went on for about a minute or two, and I was getting way too excited and was having a hard time breathing. He then said to take those pants off and try another pair. I was embarrassed, because I now had a raging erection and knew it would show in my briefs when I changed, but I felt I didn't have much choice. I took off the pants and, sure enough, my cock was making a huge tent in my briefs. He noticed and stared at it intently, but didn't say anything -- he just watched my cock.
As I took the second pair of pants and started to put them on, the head of my cock accidently slipped out through the front slit of my briefs and sprang out into view. I dropped the pants with one hand and fumbled around trying to get my cock back in my briefs, but it was awkward, and it took some time. The whole time he stared intently at my cock, but didn't say anything. I ended up with my cock standing straight up inside my briefs, pointing up to my belly button. I then put on the second pair of pants.
He then started to do the same checking of the fit that he did with the first pair. He was checking the fit and constantly bringing his fingers to my now very hard erection, rubbing it gently up and down and shaking it gently back and forth, while pretending to focus on other parts of the fit. But this time, since the head of my cock was peeping up from the top of the pants over the zipper, he kept running this fingers along the inside of the front waistline and asking if I thought the pants were too tight or too loose. I don't remember what I answered, all I remember was that he kept running his fingers along the head of my bare cock sticking out above the waistline and squeezing it gently. He was fingering my cock with both hands, but each time only briefly and acting as if he was just fitting the pants.
By this time, I was really getting aroused and having a hard time keeping my breathing under control. Although I didn't know what I wanted, I had stopped trying to move his hands away and just let him do what he wanted with my cock. I don't know how long this went on -- maybe only two or three minutes -- but I was no longer thinking straight.
He then said we should take off that pair of pants and try another. But instead of letting me unsnap them, he stuck his own fingers into the waistband around each side of my cock and rubbed me as he unsnapped them. He then put his hands inside both the pants and my briefs and pulled them both down to my knees.
I found myself standing there totally naked at the waist and nothing covering my raging erection. I was so turned on that a small dab of pre-come was on the end of my penis. He took my cock in his hands and, without another word, got on his knees and began giving me a blowjob.
I was speechless and didn't know what to do. Although at one level I knew we shouldn't be doing this and was really afraid we would get caught -- and I also didn't think of myself as anything but hetero -- his mouth on my cock felt absolutely amazing. He immediately had it covered with a ton of saliva, and was softly bobbing up and down on it while also moving one hand up and down on the base of my shaft, while the other hand very gently massaged my balls. He was also making quiet slurping sounds and running his tongue around the base of the head of my cock. It felt absolutely intense and amazing.
I have no idea how long it lasted, but I'm guessing just a few minutes. In what would be both impossible and embarrassing to me today, I quickly felt my balls trembling and, before I could do anything, exploded my ejaculation into his mouth after only about 4 minutes or so. He kept his mouth on my cock the whole time I was coming, which felt like a long time but was probably only a few seconds. He then slurped up and licked my cock, trying to get all of the come from my cock and clean it up.
After I came, I was suddenly extremely embarrassed and panicked. I'm not sure why -- maybe I was afraid of getting caught (would the store call the police? Write up a report on me that would stay in the store files?). Anyway, being panicked, I quickly threw on my own pants and almost ran out of the dressing room and out of the store, without buying anything or saying anything to the clerk who had just blown me.
I avoid the store for the next 3 months, mainly out of embarrassment. When I finally got the courage to return to the store, I made my way up to the men's section. I'm not sure why, maybe to see if the man was still there, maybe to see if something like that would happen again? I really don't know. Anyway, I couldn't find the man who had serviced me, and I never saw him there again.
Weirdly, I never felt like that man took advantage of me. On the contrary, I've recounted the memory many times, and often masturbate to it. If it were possible to go back in time, I would have wanted to thank him, or at least treat him with more kindness and respect than I did. I guess that's the arrogance of youth. But it really was one of the most unexpected but erotic sexual experiences I ever had.
My favorite season of the year is Summertime. The reason Summertime is my favorite season is because I'm a man who enjoys the opportunity of seeing other men in shorts, and that chance of being able to see other men's legs. I just love looking at other men's legs. It excites me and turns me on. Its a weird fetish I've had for a very long time, and for some reason I can't help it. I love seeing men in shorts with athletic legs, great calf muscles, or men with legs that just fill out their shorts handsomely.
#fetishes #summertime #shorts #legs #men #muscles #weird #excite #athletic
I really am fascinated by blood, is that weird? Sometimes I bite the base of my tongue and press until I taste blood. I’m not saying I love the taste of blood, because I don’t. This is just a repetitive habit, and other times I have liked the feeling when I pierce my thumb with the edge of a steak knife and the blood just drips and drips. Am I too dark? Is this too bad?
Then last week I made a mild slit on my nigh wrist since the knife was incredibly blunt, and I actually really like the way those scars look. And it didn’t hurt at all. I don’t know what I am.
I don’t know why but I love leaving my mark on places, the idea of spray painting my own special tag on huge things, whether it’s the side of a train or buildings seems so exciting to me, the rush, the adrenaline. Me and my friend (both females age 14) have painted and written with sharpie at skateparks and random parks. It’s honestly just fun, I love going back there and seeing what I wrote and looking at other people’s work. I honestly think it’s a form of art.
But it’s also dangerous, I’m aware of how easy it is to get caught. I wish it wasn’t illegal. I haven’t done anything in at least six months though.
I really like my ex. He was my first boyfriend and I can't stop thinking about how funny, cute, and nice he was to me. He broke up with me because of long distance (We live in the same city, and just go to different schools). It's been 3 months. He's had over 4 other girls. I still like him, but just want to be friends. Any advice.
#firstboyfriend #ex #missingex #crushing #likemyex #hopingtobefriends
I found my clit. Now I cannot stop masturbating. I do it every chance I get. Reading other peoples sex makes it even more irresistible.
I am a sissy male and enjoy it immensely. I dream of finding a tall dark and handsome Man and he loves me for the sissy I am. He asks me to marry him and I say YES. I am his wife and lay curled up next to my Man every night playing with his Big Man Cock.. I m his wife and take care of him doing what I wife needs to do for her man. He treats me like the sissy cock slut I am and keeps me dressed like a whore. This is the life I want to live.
Sissy Boy C.
I haven't told this to anyone, but when I was 15 my first sex was homosexual anal. I fucked my boy cousins ass one night while staying at his house overnight, he was 15 also. The next day we went to the basement behind some shelves. He had his pants down and bent over the back of an old couch, with Vaseline on his butt and a jar of it in my hand I was going to lube up my cock and them use my receptive cum bucket again. He was wanting it as bad as I wanted to give it. We got so involved we didn't hear his sister (14) come down stairs with some laundry. She came back and asked what we were doing, and he stood bolt upright pulled up his tidy whiteys then his jeans and walked out. I was there with a jar of Vaseline in my hand and a hard 7" thin cock sticking straight out.
Oh, were you guys doing what we all used to do when we were little? she asked. I replied yes. From the time we were about 9 till 11 all three of us, plus one neighbor girl formed a club and used to get naked and play with each other. My cousin used to do strips for me and her brother in her bedroom if no one was around. She would let us rub our little cocks against her butt, even trying to insert them, I fingered her pussy and it got real wet before she chickened out and left me hanging, but once she started developing tits and pussy hair she stopped it all. We tried and tried to get her to at least show us her tits and hairy pussy but she wouldn't.
Don't tell my brother how much hair I have or anything, and you can only stick it in my butt, don't you dare stick it in me in my front, she insisted. Then she bent down and told me to rub some of the Vaseline on her butt. I did, then put some on my cock and fucked her up her ass.
My first and second fuck, were my cousins, a brother and sister, both anal. I continued to fuck them both for about 3 years. Her, only anal and eventually oral and her brother only anal. I did manage to suck his cock to completion about 5 times during that time though. Finally; one time when I took her on a date, we went to our normal motel, and I held her down while I ate her pussy, she loved it. About a month later I was eating her, and spread her legs, pinched her D cup tits and holding her down stuck my cock into her pussy. I finally got my first piece of pussy. Dark, hairy pussy that bled a lot. I always heard it only bled a little when breaking her hymen, but from eating her out the hymen was pretty thick. It bled for about 3 days actually, didn't stop until I fucked her a few more times. She hated that I forced her to fuck and stopped seeing me for a while. Then came back and I had a nice steady piece of pussy, ass, and mouth, plus her brothers ass.
Back when I was a little girl (5 yr old) I was at church and me and my friend lucy were at the back of the church where no one was and we played house and we pretended to be cats but then we started playing as husband and wife I was the husband and she was the wife and we kissed just a peck and we heard someone coming so we hid under a table and we giggled and this is where it got sexual we looked at eachother and we slowley moved in to kiss eachother and we kissed there and we kissed roughly and we used tongue too she now goes to my school and we never mention this to anyone I get uncomfortable and awkward around her but I have a boyfriend now
I wasn't exactly sure what category to put this under.
I have sort of a rape fantasy about some tall, powerful Chechen militant with long hair (one in particular I saw on google images) and I am ashamed of it but every time I think about it I get super hot and bothered.
I just want him to dominate me, whisper dirty things in my ear in Russian, claim me as his property, abuse me, love on me etc.
God, I need to get laid lol
Realizing that cartoons aren’t real and life will never be as colorful and wacky and fun as the looney tunes probably fucked me up more than I realized. Going through life knowing I’ll never truly be friends with Bugs Bunny and the gang is something I think way too much about and it leads to me becoming very depressed. One day I’ll die and be forgotten yet Bugs will live in and remain in the public consciousness so long as there’s money in it.
I took pictures/videos of girls from my high school for 3 to 4 years. These girls were in the same grade as me. I jerked off to those photos and posted some online for random people to see. For some fucked up reason I felt accomplished showing other people the types of photos I took. Shots of different girl’s asses from multiple angles, close ups, zoom ins, and the occasional upskirt. Those turned me on so much.
My obsession got ignited when we were having a fire drill 4 years ago. Every class sat in a line next to each other. The girl who was in the line next to me (T.A for initials) was a good friend who I had no romantic interest in until I got a peek of her slim, bright yellow undies. She was sitting cross-legged, and I’ll tell ya what, she didn’t have a thick ass, but she did have curves, and along with her slim legs, I got the assumption that she had a tight pussy. That thought alone would turn me on for months after that day. I wished I’d taken a photo of it just for myself but I was too distracted. I don’t know how she didn’t notice me peeking under her legs, but it was a sight to behold. I dreamt of ripping of her undies and fucking her doggystyle right there on the oval (I would never rape anyone, I’m just saying she’s hot) That day I deemed that I loved everything about this girl. I already liked her personality, but now I also loved everything about her physical appearance. Beautiful face, round cheeks, very small tits, and a curvy ass which still gives me erections to this day.
A year later, I was sitting behind this girl. This was a pretty normal thing for me as I’m the shy one in the group and usually sit at the back anyway. I took my first photo that day. Of that same girl’s ass. She was sitting with her back towards me, so her sports pants compressed against her lovely ass stood out to me. That’s when I decided to continue photographing the girl’s asses from my school.
It started off with T.A, then I took photos of R.J’s ass. She had slightly thicker legs and a bit more curves. At this point I only targeted these girls because they were my only female friends and felt a personal connection to them. Kinda ironic I know. Over the years I’ve taken photos and videos of around 20 girls in my school. I upskirted at least 6 of them. I found all those girls super attractive. Especially their asses. Those turn me on the most.
The most fucked up part of all is that I posted my favourite pics on an Instagram account which has since been deleted as one of the girls found out about it. After that I deleted all the photos and videos I’ve ever recorded, and I’ve made a pact with myself to not record other girls anymore. Hopefully I can keep my promise. I apologise to all the girls I took pictures of. They were all innocent and pure and they didn’t deserve that.
I’m the most fucked up person I know. I know what I did was wrong. I know I should have never posted those images, yet I still want to try and change myself so that I don’t hurt anyone else.
#highschool #teen #upskirt #photography #masturbation #voyeurism
I think I may be slightly crazy. Not like dangerous. Just weird. I can remember real stuff in my past mostly. Some is lost. Health issues & age. The weird thing is I remember stuff that seems real but has to not be. I cant figure it out. Could it really be real?
This is real. I saw a weird secret drone by a military base. I kept that secret all these years. I’m from a military family. Very patriotic. But I never believed in space aliens; ghost; big foot, etc. I had a crazy relative who did. We had to humor them. So I’d act like I did. But I thought it was all stupid.
Now our government is releasing videos, pictures. I see pilots on TV. whatever. They say it’s all real. How can that be? Now I’m very sick. No immune system. I can’t get around people that go out. I’ve only talked very minimal to others. I mean I go weeks without saying a word out loud. Ever since the pandemic hit. So I’ve been stuck in a tiny room all alone for how long? When did the pandemic start? Well since that first day. If I leave I treat it like a combat mission. I’m in & out. Minimal contact I keep 6 feet. Shift. Double layers or n95 I altered myself to have a very tight fit. Topped by face shield. I have intense chemical training. I know how not to get this stuff. But I have went paranoid it seems. It’s like my mind is drawing the danger zone around people. My radius.
I haven’t talked to people in so long I Can’t do it now. I don’t even want to. I seem to be using this phone to talk to who? Me? But I’m just lying constantly. There’s almost no truth. I have no paper so this phone is now my life line to who? Me? So weird. I do try to be pretty honest when I talk to certain people. Even then I tweak stuff. I’m trying to bring about good. I’m on a mission to help all of you. A mission I sent myself on. I was trained to go from being part of a group to a lone wolf in order to finish a mission. Even if i determine and enact the mission myself. So best I can tell my mind has triggered me on a mission to help save us during a pandemic while laying in my bed. See. I think I’m now a little nuts. Thankfully I’m very passive so my missions are just stupid LOL. My primary mission is to try to unite us & spread knowledge.
It sounds mean; but I feared someone in a position of power lacked the skills to be there when this hit. So I tried to give them guidance. Military. Economy. Control of civilian dissent. Division of mission critical items. Creating new items. How to set up the chains. Variants. How to send signals to possible enemies that you were ready if they were up to something. I want tell you how to do that. But I needed to set back and watch how the world responded. Then I could move to other stuff. Doesn’t mean suspected enemies hadn’t done what was possible. Just ment my sudden change gave them pause. That was the point. See if they were just probing or committed. Then I shifted to internal needs. I liked this person. They really seemed to be trying. But no one noticed the internal battle. Political strategies. Us attacking ourselves while a virus attacked. And one or more potential enemies may be fixing to attack us suddenly. I know that sounds foolish to most. I was trained by old soldiers from multiple wars. I also studied military strategy for years. I felt bad about trying to manipulate things, but I was trained that if the battle ground is suddenly lost; and you suspect the leaders have broken. Then any capable soldier in the battle field must take charge of as much of the battlefield as they can in order to save as many as they can. I may have to dig in and die for the common good. I may have to fight a series of retreats. I may have to shift an enemy away; allowing an out of control mass in all out flight to get away. Once I’ve saved all I can. Then I must now save whatever I can that’s left to me. I’ve been trading their lives for time to save those that lost discipline to this point. Now I must try to strategically save key points. If possible I must contact the other separated group and instruct some of them to try to hold a key spot. Get most of them on the water or in safe zone. Use as support until re-enforcement arrives. Instruct them to evacuate all fast if enemy is approaching. I’ll hold my key spot I find. I’m looking for them to hold the port they evacuated from. I need near an area I could be later saved from. I will find defensible ground nearby. I will now raise hell upon them from this position. Always defense. If we fail I must remove myself from the battle so they can’t capture me & use me against their enemy. I’m creating a place for us to re-enter on one side. A place for us to extract on my side once they can recover us. I’ve got all sorts of stuff like that in my mind.
So when the pandemic hit I tried to seize control of a tiny part of the overall battle strategy. To influence it in the correct ways needed. If others had already thought of it I’d be redundancy. If not I’d be supplying valuable insight to those in power. I liked the people I was trying to influence. But I was ultimately not there to serve them. I was there to serve all the scattered troops I could save. Try to help make sure we were preparing for outer War while fighting an already spreading rampant internal war.
Let me tell you. When the internal enemy is an unknown strength I have no idea how many I can save. You’d want to just hold everyone In place. But if an external war is coming. If the internal war was started in order to turn you inward so you exposed your back. Then you have to watch the outside too. The best way to do that is use quick sudden unexpected moments to re-posture. This makes you unpredictable. They may freeze a planned attack. If not you may have just sniffed them out. Either way you just sent a signal. Your in War mode. They’d better watch out. They expected to be the aggressor. Instead you are the aggressor. If they move I will have them. I will now start tearing them apart. If they freeze I’ll stand guard.
After this is over; even if they were pure as new fallen snow, they will study what you did. Everyone will. They will see that in the blink of an eye you went from stagnant and peaceful. To fully engaged. That will cause great pause to everyone. For the duration of your leadership you now will have any potential adversary afraid to move. They will then test the next leader.
Now I needed all barriers removed to get a vaccine ASAP. Control standards train people. In an emergency you remove those. The people you need are already trained. They are now fully motivated out of self survival. Turn them loose. Once you get the vaccine and everyone has dosages, you tighten controls back. Now you study. Was it an accident? Or on purpose?
That sounds foolish. But once long ago we got lazy. Pearl Harbor happened. A certain power has been flexing expanding. Building islands. Taking the property of others. They got control of the head of the WHO. When this happened we had to wonder was it intentional?
Now obviously I didn’t do any of that. I’m just some person trapped in my bed in a room during a pandemic. But I’m sinking into my pretend wars because I needed distraction. I actually did none of that. I just watched the news. Saw what seemed to be happening in the news everyday to hear data. The news is boring. So I made it more interesting to myself.
In my pretend game the leader had an unnatural addiction to social media. That meant they may also take input. So I gave them input. I expected zero response. I expected qualified people on the other end to completely ignore me. For them to be large & in charge. Instead; I actually seemed to be helping to drive the ship. I thought are you freaking kidding me. I almost died right before this hit. Now I seem to be helping to drive the response? Well all right then. I’ll try to help drive. I’m a person of love. I see the good in everyone. Most people are more good than bad. You just have to find a way to get the best out of them.
I never expected to be helping to drive the ship from my bed as I struggled not to die.
At a certain point I saw that the internal attack was beyond hope. Not the invisible enemy. The internal struggle with ourselves. I had tried to stabilize the leader with good advice. But he was being attacked verbally & was upset. At this point I knew the power was gone. We were all setting at home. The media started focusing on things. I personally agree with what the media wants. However; I felt we should have focused on our economy the next cycle. Even though that would dramatically hurt me
But that was over. The streets were full. Change was coming. Out of this horrible bad good would come. I actually believed in the one going out economically. I question the one coming in economically. But I agree with him otherwise on most things.
I was hoping we’d bounce back fast economically. People like me would struggle financially with no health care. But it would be the best for most people.
Once i saw the streets full I realized he wasn’t listening to me anymore so I unplugged. At least I’d given sound advice. Now at the end. I was needed once again. He was knee deep in. So I reached out & said let it go. Go and heal yourself. You did good.
I have now offered a few bits of advice to the new power. But he won’t need my help. I did suggest ways to unite us. But I thing with a vaccine in hand this guy can handle it. So I can die now.
I almost died. No money for a hospital. Now I’m trying the medicine again since my nation no longer needs me. I’m so sick. I can’t stand it. I’ve got to let it go too. Trust the next guy. I haven’t slept in days. I’m so sick. My hands cracked open & started bleeding today in several spots. That means my body is getting very dehydrated. Yet I’m drinking water till I’m almost at disreah. That means my body is attacking itself. I waited for this med way too long. I ate a lot of bad food to try to help you for way too long. Now I have to try to live. For my sick child.
See what I did there. I did it again. I’m just some moron. I’m literally an old disabled person barely alive. I do have a very sick disabled child. My poor kids. They’re so sweet. But I failed them.
I do have to ask this. Am I crazy. I wonder if I went crazy a while back. Was I really trying to help control my nation from my bed? Would someone actually listen to a deranged person? I would hope not. If my nation needed my help from my bed then that’s wild. But at least I tried to help get them ventilators, a vaccine, get their leader to be nice, to make sure we were prepared for an invasion. I did my best considering I pass out constantly and can barely focus. Plus I’m brain damaged.
Too weird. I sometimes wonder. Am I dead? See I almost died right before the pandemic. It’s been very hard ever since. I have these short moments of clarity. Then I drift off.
I’m so glad the vaccine exists. So glad we reached the finish line. Surely we can have more peace now.
You should thank the man who left for what he did. Hope the next man does well. But I have to tell you I’m nervous. That whole capital thing was worrisome. We have to get people back to work & with vaccines in their arms. I’m not going to waste my time bothering the new guy. I’ll assume he’s not going to need me help. I’ve got to work on me now. I have been peeing blood I’ve got to get my body balanced.
But why can’t people get along? It’s a pandemic people. Let’s love each other. It works better that way. And please my Creator. Do not let someone rise actually need my help beyond my few I can try to help. I’m frazzled. I can’t handle it anymore.
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