You know, the last weekend I was majorly pissed off.You know, the last weekend I was majorly pissed off. There was work more than enough and I felt miserably lonely. I had been depressed for a couple of months, ever since the woman I was having a sexual relationship with had to move away because of her job. My depression prevented me from having a social life for a long time; I didn't feel at all like being with other people, rather be a hermit isolated in the ivory tower of my dorm room, working my butt off. I was wise enough not to try to suffocate my depression with a load of alcohol or other drugs, I was too clever to cheat myself like that. I used marijuana every now and then to enhance positive vibes, but from experience I knew it wouldn't cover up depression. Finally I got fed up with suppressing my sexuality for so long. I've always been a very sexual being, but before I reformed my character to get rid of shyness and meekness I didn't have much action. The relationship with the career woman was tailor-made for me; she didn't want to bother with formalities such as marriage, but she was damn good company both in bed and outside bedroom, as well physically as intellectually. So you can imagine how hard it was to return to masturbation! So, on Saturday night I started getting myself in gear. I've received some compliments for my appearance, although it is fairly moderate in my opinion. Having a longish, dark hair makes me shine through the masses of conservative-looking students that populate the computer science department. |