westid

good afternoon people, it’s me again. square-eyed and a little bit difficult to see what i’m writing again. it’s like seeing stars sometimes when you get knocked out or you bang your head on somethin, but without the horrible bit that has to happen for you to see it

i might be rambling on saying come and see me and things like that, because people are starting to see that it’s not so daunting anymore and no matter what shite people come out with, i’ve noticed that there are one or two people have decided to pack it in. i like to think they’ve finally stopped going on about me after an eye opening period of self reflection. lol ….

this isn’t a show, i’m reaching out and every time i come back to this thing and do a bit more – i’m putting all my limbs my neck my balls and my face on the line. even though i know that i’m going to regret it every time. i just want some of my dreams to come true, to give me a real chance. don’t think i would have openly give a fuck about it if i was only interested in meaningless fill-this-hole plug-in fast transaction romance

i want to make something real. so your task for today – dear readers – select a representitive to come and face me – you will probably know who, they will probably know too – and get them to make me feel like tomorrow morning the next great big cock [in many ways] isn’t already queued up waiting to replace me. i don’t deserve any old knob head to come because they were sent here. i’m asking the impossible here

you know where i am. i’m not going to fuck about finding fancy ways of putting it. you all read me wrong and now i deserve a fuckin chance off someone real. are you real or are you fake? how much beckoning i dunno how much it’s meant to take. but come on for fuck sake. there’s only so long i can endure this and stay awake