i confess im writting a suicide note...Please refrain from any type of sorrow,
If you feel like crying save the tears for tomorrow.
I made the decision to end my life for no particular reason
None at all, I just got tired of living.
That's all.
Life lost its flavor to me,
everything started looking so bland.
It felt so pointless living in a world smeared with bullshit
Everywhere I walked I'd be steppin' in it.
I feel that for myself death will be better than life,
suffocation better than breathe..
I'm just tired of being ethical in a completely unethical world.
I'm tired of being told to take the straight path
when I'm the most crooked person I know.
I no longer want to live in a world where I'm afraid to love who
I choose to love.
I'm no longer interested in a world where war of skin color is a bigger
battle then WWI and WWII put together.
I refuse to live in a world where trees are illegal and cigarettes
aren't--An herbal essence
versus
A pile of toxic shit.
I refuse to live in a world where the p********s oral recreation is a
bigger deal then the poverty laying less then 420 ft. from
the white house itself.
A world where millions & millions of dollars are shredded on a daily
basis-now tell me what kind of sense does that make?
A world where hate has become the basis for living,
a place where happiness no longer exist.
I can no longer live to die
I'd rather just not live at all
With death I'm looking for a sounder way of living
Be glad foe me because I am no longer suffering-
Be glad for me I have found complete peace by now.
Live on and live strong
Let bravery stand across your chest since it missed mine
Wipe your tears,
I'm dead,it's over. I have no fears

So, I went to this alternative bar - dark interior and hardly lit (only by the dance music lights flickering to the music). I was drinking alone, not really interested in getting laid, but just to drown some every day common sorrows. This emo goth looking woman with a pretty face but very grossly obese body sat down in the barstool next to me. She had black lipstick, pale white skin and wore all black. She sat there, sipping on her drink and I sat there looking off into infinity, wondering wtf I was doing so wrong in life. She spoke, but I didn't hear her.
"Hey," she said, snapping me out of my daze.
I looked over to her and said, “hello.”
“You look sad, what’s up with that?”
“Just life in general,” I told her.
“Buy me a drink! It’s my birthday, I just turned 29!” she said with a jovial giggle.
Yeah, just what I needed, a mooch.
“Happy birthday, pick your poison,” I told her motioning to the bartender.
“Amaretto Stone Sour,” she said as the bartender went and mixed her drink.
I put the money on the bar and the bartender took it, I told him to keep the change.
Awkward silence.
“So, where are you from?” she asked.
Great, now she’s interested in me.
I told her where I was from, it turns out we lived pretty close to each other and that she only dressed ‘emo’ when she went to this bar. She started to become flirtatious and I was getting my beer goggles on. I no longer seen this overweight woman, but an absolute beauty in front of me. She leaned in and kissed me, and I accepted her tongue.
“Hey, come on – let’s go to the back room,” she said motioning to a dark room off to the side. She took my hand and led me to a near pitch black area. I felt her hand slide down the front of my pants.
“Holy shit…” she exclaimed, “holy shit that is fucking huge.”
My hands started to explore her body, cupping her enormous breasts, squeezing them as she unbuttoned my pants and jerked me off. Her hands were soft, she knew what she was doing, gliding softly and not tugging hard on my erect dick.
“You can fuck me in here, I know the owner, they don’t mind.”
I was astonished, I’ve never been a voyeur – even though it was pitch black and I could barely make her out in the darkness I was very nervous people would be watching, perhaps filming… but my cock’s brain took the lead. I pulled her pants down and found her wet cunt under the rolls of her fat. She was tight as fuck. My fingers started to cramp up as I worked them in and out of her.
She bent over and I stuck it inside her. I felt her muscles clench me tightly, her warm wetness accepting every inch of my cock. I slammed it into her harder and harder with each thrust. I was already feeling an orgasm building so I slowed down. She must have anticipated that so she pulled me out of her and started sucking my cock like a pro. Now, I don’t know if anyone has ever had a fat chick suck on their dick, but yes – the stories are true. It was the best blowjob I’ve ever had. I felt cum bubbling up, ready to erupt from my nuts as she impaled her throat on my cock over and over. I grabbed a hand full of her hair and started face fucking her, and there it was. I erupted deep in her mouth, partially down her throat. I felt her gagging but didn’t let go and thrust it deeper inside her throat with each spurt of hot cum. She violently pushed me away, coughing, gagging. Surely she was pissed the fuck off.
“Holy fuck that was awesome!” she said pulling her pants up. I was shocked!!!
“You can use me as your whore any time you want,” she said as she kissed my lips.
She gave me her number, but I didn’t give her mine. I want to call her because I have this crazy attraction to her now, and I was NEVER attracted to bigger women – ever. Always just curvy or skinny women. Most of the skinny ladies I’ve been with were boring as fuck, but this emo chick was intense, tight as hell and almost didn’t have any restrictions sexually. If she loved the fact that I was face fucking her to the point of her gagging on my cock – what else would she let me do to her?? I think I’m going to call her… thoughts?? And yeah, I didn’t use protection – her pussy felt shaved. I really am wondering what she looks like naked now… since it was all dark when I fucked her.

Her Journey's Just Begun

Don't think of her as gone away-
her journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets-
this earth is only one. . .
Just think of her as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.
Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched. . .
for nothing loved is ever lost-
and she was loved so much.

In Loving Memory of Hypockets
(GONE BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN)