On Valentine’s Day, I’ll usually curl up with myself and put on a romantic drama. A real tear jerker. You know, where the guy and the girl are in love and for some stupid, illogical reason the guy dies at the end.
Then I’ll eat an entire tub of ice cream, masturbate, and then cry myself to sleep.
Then I’ll eat an entire tub of ice cream, masturbate, and then cry myself to sleep.
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