The old me is gone. The crazy, slightly reckless and up for a good ruck if the opportunity arises itself me?.. Thats all gone, I'm too tired, too disinterested in life and too comfortable to go out.
I bet you'd like him to feel your bone! Hell, I'm straight and I might kiss him, if I were drunk enough (and doing so would give me a shot at his hot Greek girlfriend)
I've never felt like anything to done anything ever so I wouldn't be able to tell if I changed because I'm an empty shell a fucking disgrace, a pitiful excuse for a man, so I don't know what you mean because my brain is too gay to be boethered to type that I do know what you mean which I do.
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