I wish I could go to one of those social events for sexy people but my attachment style is broken and whenever a popular girl flirts with me I want to beat the fuck out of her, I just do, I hate it, I hate her, I hate the attention, I hate the flirting, because the last time someone flirted with me they hurt me. So I hate flirting. Big bubbly smile, teehee, like you know me, you don't know me bitch, better be careful, I could be a fucking sick fuck you dumb cunt. Go home and croche or something before you get fucking raped (again, because I'm sure someone with a personality as bubbly as yours has been taken advantage of LOTS in this world).
Gwen's extra wobbly cheekmeat without the extra meat lmao, forgot to put this up too. Also freckles
Fiction/Fantasy
I'm sorry that every time you're nice to me I try to have sex with you, I'm embarrassed, I think it's a condition so maybe feel bad for me... I'm not very forceful and you easily fend me off, it's more awkward and sad than scary. Thank you for putting up with me and my autistic attempts at seduction.
The Trench