I will never experience happiness.
I will never feel a soft kiss on my cheeks, forehead, and lips while snuggled up with the girl of my dreams, immediately succeeded by the words: "I love you".
I will never see, smell, or touch a vagina. I will never bury my face in one, lick it until she comes, stick my fingers knuckle-deep into it and feel the warmth inside her all while her hot body squirms on my bed with pleasure then fuck it nice and slow until I ejaculate inside her with no rubber.
I will never hear my father say "I'm proud of you, son." or have my mother stop constantly obsessing over my mental well-being. My extended family will never give me false compliments like "ladykiller", "chick magnet" or "handsome" and mean it. I'll never be able to tell them "Yes, I do have a girlfriend!".
I will never look in the mirror and see anything less than a sub-human. I'll never see a boy with a perfect haircut, clear skin, perfect jawline, and perfect nose and think "I look really good today!".
I will never take my girlfriend to prom. I'll never dress in an expensive tuxedo and hold hands with a beautiful girl in a prom dress and makeup. I'll never slow dance with her and smell the intoxicating scents of her perfume and breath as we gently sway, bodies inches apart, and her head resting on my shoulder.
I will never go to a frat party and get wasted with my best buddies; having the time of my life partying and never wanting the moment to end. I'll never make out with a girl I don't even know, or have my frat mates ask me how many chicks I fucked this week.
I will never stand in a tuxedo hand in hand with my soulmate and hear the priest pronounce us husband and wife, followed by a room-full of applause. I'll never walk down the isle, see a wedding cake with my name on it, have a luxury honeymoon and the best sex of my life, or get to spend the rest of my life with the woman of my dreams.
I will never hold my wife's hand in a hospital as she births my child. I'll never hold my newborn son/daughter, look down into his/her eyes, and weep with joy. I will never teach my children how to walk, talk, spell, or live life. I'll never be able to say "I'm proud of you." to my children because they won't exist.
I will never die old and satisfied with my life, kids and grandkids by my side, smiling in my final moments. No. While the others may go that way, my life is most likely to end with me hanging from a rope. Unwanted, unloved, unimportant.
I will never experience happiness.
I will never feel a soft kiss on my cheeks, forehead, and lips while snuggled up with the girl of my dreams, immediately succeeded by the words: "I love you".
I will never see, smell, or touch a vagina. I will never bury my face in one, lick it until she comes, stick my fingers knuckle-deep into it and feel the warmth inside her all while her hot body squirms on my bed with pleasure then fuck it nice and slow until I ejaculate inside her with no rubber.
I will never hear my father say "I'm proud of you, son." or have my mother stop constantly obsessing over my mental well-being. My extended family will never give me false compliments like "ladykiller", "chick magnet" or "handsome" and mean it. I'll never be able to tell them "Yes, I do have a girlfriend!".
I will never look in the mirror and see anything less than a sub-human. I'll never see a boy with a perfect haircut, clear skin, perfect jawline, and perfect nose and think "I look really good today!".
I will never take my girlfriend to prom. I'll never dress in an expensive tuxedo and hold hands with a beautiful girl in a prom dress and makeup. I'll never slow dance with her and smell the intoxicating scents of her perfume and breath as we gently sway, bodies inches apart, and her head resting on my shoulder.
I will never go to a frat party and get wasted with my best buddies; having the time of my life partying and never wanting the moment to end. I'll never make out with a girl I don't even know, or have my frat mates ask me how many chicks I fucked this week.
I will never stand in a tuxedo hand in hand with my soulmate and hear the priest pronounce us husband and wife, followed by a room-full of applause. I'll never walk down the isle, see a wedding cake with my name on it, have a luxury honeymoon and the best sex of my life, or get to spend the rest of my life with the woman of my dreams.
I will never hold my wife's hand in a hospital as she births my child. I'll never hold my newborn son/daughter, look down into his/her eyes, and weep with joy. I will never teach my children how to walk, talk, spell, or live life. I'll never be able to say "I'm proud of you." to my children because they won't exist.
I will never die old and satisfied with my life, kids and grandkids by my side, smiling in my final moments. No. While the others may go that way, my life is most likely to end with me hanging from a rope. Unwanted, unloved, unimportant.
I will never experience happiness.
