I had a stoop. Not sure if my dick works. Fear and being afraid.
I sold my soul for frenchfries. Model exAmerican.
My dick does work, just I give less fucks than usual, and how am I going to go with girls that dont interest me slightly sexually. Perhaps, no, YES, it is some chemical thing, inside me, beyond m-e-.
Always an issue. This sex, this reality, these so many fucks i could be giving and getting, but my damn attitude, my damn energy.
Though all stops up because of fear.