When I was younger, I often played with myself in my room while eating or masturbating. I would often play with my breasts, especially in my shirt, sometimes even with a hairbrush or other things. I would sometimes play with the hairbrush or something like that. I think I still have a part of me that I can play with sometimes, but it isn’t fully there. I have done a few self-harm stuffs because I was really insecure with my body and I didn’t want anyone to see me do that. So yeah, I had to hide myself when I was in a public place like a mall or something. That’s why I have a bunch of different things like that. Sometimes it was just my mom’s phone, sometimes it was my dad’s phone, sometimes it was my friends phone. I can’t really recall. I would often play with my boobs. Sometimes I would play with my hairbrush or something like that. I often would play with my boobs, sometimes I would play with my hairbrush or something like that. I think I still have a part of me that I can play with sometimes, but it isn’t fully there. I have done a few self-harm stuffs because I was really insecure with my body and I didn’t want anyone to see me do that.

You might be confused but the only part that I can remember is that my penis is too small and the inside was too wet. It was only a very small and delicate area so I had to put a small amount of lubricant in the area. I was a pretty heavy smoker so I would often put the small amount of lubricant on my penis to dry the area up. It was very uncomfortable but I never had to worry about it as it was pretty much covered. It was also very painful as my penis was very sensitive so I didn’t notice it. So my penis is small now and I feel that the experience was the worst experience ever. But I am relieved that I had that experience since now I am more confident and able to handle my own penis. I don’t know why I did that or if anyone has experienced anything like it.

I was going down the stairs. I went to get the broom, then went downstairs. I went downstairs, went down, then went downstairs again. I went to get the broom, then went downstairs. Then I went downstairs again. I went back to the upstairs bathroom and I heard a little scream. I went downstairs and there he was. He was crying. I didn't know who to call. I went to him and he said he had an accident. Then, he started to get more and more confused. I was confused too, so I said “what happened upstairs?”. He said he heard something upstairs. Then, he went downstairs and said he had an accident. And he said I was. I was shocked. I said, “you don't believe me? What are you talking about?”. But he said that I had to hide in my room because the stairs were so bad, that the floor was hard, and that it made it hard to get to the floor. I said, “oh, really?”, and he said that I was a liar. And, he started to cry. Then he said that I didn't know how to cry. Then, he asked if I was a lesbian and I said, “yes”. Then he started to cry. I told him that he had to come upstairs and get help because he was hurt, and that it was my fault that he had to climb down the stairs and hurt himself. He said, “I didn't know I'd have that in common”. I said, “well, then, you'll know that I'm lesbian when I go out”. He said, “I don't care, you don't know how I feel about you”. And, he left. I was really upset, so I went into the basement and cried. I wanted to show him that I didn't think he could be real. He was real.

I accidentaly had to use my friend’s money to cover a car repair, and a little more. The other car had a slight issue with damage. I was able to fix it up, but it was too expensive and it was still pretty bad. I think it was my friend’s money, and I feel like that’s not a big deal.

Yeah it is me

just like a gf