I'm pretty happy for someone who struggles with happiness.
Trannies dress up like women, then try to bang straight guys. They're the adrenaline junkies of gayness.
I've decided to retreat to the spirit world where I feel appreciated and understood.
I find anger so comforting. It's like a blanket made of unresolved issues, but it's a blanket none the less.
No one understands the way I feel about things I don't understand.
Age is just a number, unless of course your trying to have a conversation with them.