You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You both like tumblr.
Stranger: MALE.
You: oh hi again
Stranger: MALE.
You: sorry got bored
Stranger: MALE.
You: well I mean I can use this as a means to vent I guess
You: I'm 25 now and I feel like I won't find love or lasting friendships again
You: just about every day I look for chats here, kik, tumblr, not like sexual or anything, just looking to talk to someone because I'm lonely. Of course, I'm terrible at talking, so I usually don't get very far.
Stranger: MALE.
You: Some people I thought I'd have chances with, but they tend to lose interest in me.
You: It's quite my luck, I guess.
You: Look for new friends or lovers. I mean, every now and then I get kinda lucky. Met like two or three people around the Portland area that are really cool. One sends me lots of bird pictures on tumblr.
Stranger: MALE.
You: I have a shitty job but I'm too lazy to look for a new one.
You: Or make a resume, for that matter.
Stranger: MALE.
You: Yea. I feel you get me.
Stranger: MALE.
You: When I go through the kik tag on tumblr I have to wade through a lot of sexual posts just to find someone who might want a conversation. And even then, it's not guaranteed because I'm terrible at starting conversations.
Stranger: MALE.
You: Lots of dicks, lots of butt holes, lots of vaginas.
Stranger: MALE.
You: I swear, I've seen it all now.
You: None of it arouses me.
You: I think about killing myself a lot. I never end up doing anything.
Stranger: MALE.
You: I cut myself every now and then.
Stranger: MALE.
You: I mean there's that whole thing in movies where people take a bath and slit their wrists. Haven't tried that. I don't know why, but that method scares me.
You: Wouldn't be opposed to something like...suffocates with a pillow
You: or takes too many sleeping pills.
Stranger: MALE.
You: I think dying in my sleep would be the best.
You: Or maybe if I'm just crossing the street one day and a car decides to hit me at top speed.
You: It can be an accident, I'm not picky.
Stranger: MALE.
You: A death is a death.
Stranger: MALE.
You: I don't really think about reincarnation. But if it's true, I think it might be neat to live a better life. At the same time, I think it's better to just have an ending. Have it end at that.
You: Wasn't successful in this life, what makes me think I'll be successful in another?
You: Probably even worse in the next life, if anything.
Stranger: MALE.
You: You know, my first relationship was in high school. Lasted three years. I guess I got pretty bad toward the end, which sucked. I think I genuinely loved her.
Stranger: MALE.
You: But then again, it was high school.
You: Hormones, people do and say dumb things.
Stranger: MALE.
You: You can get good grades, don't make you smart, I guess.
Stranger: MALE.
You: I didn't do so well in college.
Stranger: MALE.
You: I think one of the few classes I was good at in college was history.
You: Funny though, I can't remember much of my history classes.
Stranger: MALE.
You: It's like, the one thing I was good at, I can hardly even remember.
You: How sad is that?
You: I wanted to be a writer, too. I love writing stories. I think the fear of failure held me back.
Stranger: MALE.
You: So afraid of being rejected by publishers, didn't even try.
Stranger: MALE.
You: Yeah, it's a crazy life.
You: I'm just a whole bundle of mistakes.
You: Fused together to form one giant mistake.
Stranger: MALE.
You: I think when people lose interest in me
You: it's because they see me for who I really am
You: just a failure
Stranger: MALE.
You: Someone boring and not worth their time
Stranger: MALE.
You: Someone who can be too much and somehow also too little
Stranger: MALE.
You: I think I should sleep
You: but
You: you do you
Stranger: MALE.
You: kinda wish you'd say goodnight instead of male but
You: I feel like
You: that's your way of saying good night
Stranger: MALE.
You have disconnected.