#37

things get damaged when inconsiderate asses turn themselves into obnoxious enemies making me direct my every pitiful movement to their ultimate destruction and the production of misery in their puny lives that make me want to puke when i even think of them much less smell their steaming crap smoldering on my stomach after dozens of kinks have in turn defiled me in train fashion knowing that although i asked them to shit on my stomach i didnt really mean it and i wish i didnt have to clean their flaky diarrhea out of my belly button and out from under my foreskin while i wait for a urinary tract infection to set in so i have something to direct my penchant for martyrdom towards calling each and every ass that shat on me and letting them know they are the sole reason for my depression even though they all think it is part of the act they dont know really doesnt exist because there is no sado in my masochism and i just got accidentally dragged into this fetish world that i now cant escape because all the sadists think my trying to escape is just part of my sex fantasy so i sit down here in this filthy dark cell and get varicose veins on my ass