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************ VIDEO GAMES AND DEPRESSION

the frustration I had

after failing

to bring myself to ******

for the

tenth

time this past week

makes me more

furious

than depressed

 

seriously

my *** drive

has always been high

 

as soon as I

got over

the shame

society places on women

for enjoying

their sexuality

I have always used

************

as a release

relieves

stress

leaves me

relaxed

and

content

 

or should I say,

left me

feeling that way

 

usually

it was once a day

fairly frequent

but, it

matched

my *** drive's

needs

 

what the **** is wrong with me

 

I have tried

imagining,

watching,

reading,

looking at

every form

of erotica

that exists

 

I have searched

through everything

I can find

from

****

******

stories,

comics

 

and my search history

will let you know

that I've searched

everything

from

****

to

******

to

interracial lesbian forced *******

and things

worse

than that

 

e v e r y t h i n g

 

used to take me,

oh, I dunno

maybe three minutes

with my ********

 

after

around an hour

is when I give up

now

I even bought

a different

********

NO

RELEASE

NO

PASSION

GONE

what is

WRONG

WITH

ME

 

oh yeah -

depression

 

I mean

I knew it was bad

when video games

no longer

had appeal

that was enough

 

games

have been a passion

and a hobby of mine

since I was five

 

the other hobby

I started a bit older than five

but

you stole that one, too

 

after depression

beat the **** out of me

on Tuesday

I thought that was it

thought

since the next morning

I awoke

without the urge

to **** myself

it was over

 

nope

 

you have robbed me

of the simplest

things

in my life

that give me pleasure

 

no more

wriggling

moaning

spasming

the tingling

sensation

that starts in my toes

and makes its way

up

the length of my body

the warmness

that follows

with it

the

satisfaction

slight smile

snuggly

sleepy

post ****** me

 

I miss her

give her

back

 

I miss my life

give it

back

 

this isn't

ME

for ***** sake!

 

I am a ******

witty

humorous creature

full of passion

looking

for opportunities

to get myself off!

not this

depressed

apathetic

vessel

without soul.

 

you won't stop

until you have

everything

in my life

 

you won't stop

until you

put

my soul in your mouth

chew

grind

crush it

 

your saliva

breaks me down

 

spit me out

please

I am fighting

for you to cough me up

regurgitate

the essence

of me

let me put myself

back inside this body

please

please

 

no

you won't stop

you will eat my soul

until

ever fiber

protein

ounce of health

I had

is now

inside of you,

depression

 

cold-hearted *****

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Written by
beckybabe
29 / F
Published
Feb 19, 2016
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Notes

I know it is a tough topic. Not a poetic topic. Not a topic that easy to talk about.

But I don't ******* care.

This *****

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#depression#apathy#frusteration
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