Console my heart

Thinking of the lewd and obscene scenes and scenes, I couldn't help but want to hold the hard cavernous body with both hands and slide it up and down, along with the viscous prostatic fluid that wets the whole horse's eyes and fingertips. The desire to spray continues with the outflow and growth of the liquid, until the last drop disappears, reaching its climax. The white turbid liquid burst out in an instant, and the desire gradually diminished at this moment, becoming dull and tasteless.

I think it would be best if such a process could be controlled. However, I, who can't be self-disciplined, will put my precious self-enrichment time on such shameful things in my spare time when I have nothing to do.

If it had been two years earlier, when I hadn't changed my major, my hobbies might have been more positive - my roommates who had a calm personality when I didn't move out before, and my friends who liked to study, and my friends who worked hard all the time (in all aspects, regardless of schoolwork). They are all within my visible line of sight, accompanying me.

However, the university will be over in less than a year. I also know that I can never go back, the trivial daily life and innocent time that I despised and abandoned two years ago. Since the beginning of this year, I have also become the person I hate - no goals, no motivation, just messing around.

The moment I closed my eyes after the chaos was over, I also hoped that what I saw in my sleep was eternity.