Friday, November 11, 2011

There was a time

Why is it that the sight of a beautiful woman now depresses me? Men are supposed to feel lust, excitement. I feel nothing, depression, sometimes annoyance. Its quite interesting. I do not dislike women and bear them no ill will, they simply feel me with despair and I know I will have another terrible sleepless night.

Wow, pathetic. My weakness often turns my stomach. As River once said, "Make me a stone."

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