Back Where I Belong

Firefox. deviantART. OC Remix. Trillian. Gangsta City. I missed them all.

At the party I got the one thing I should never be allowed to have. Time alone to think. I sat in a dark room thinking for 2 hours.

WARNING: INCOMING RANT

Franko the Wanko
A question to my mates. Who or what am I to you? Everytime someone came into that room looking to crash (it was Chaz's bedroom) it was always the same thing when they left. Francis is wanking. Is that all I am? A feelingless, hentai addicted masturbation champion? Everyone seemed to revel in the fact that I did the 1st OCR Masturbation Marathon and that is a fact I'm not ashamed of. By doing that I made some great friends and learnt a lot about myself in the 3 weeks I was in the competition. It's over a year since I did it and the tag is stuck to me. I was dying for a wank around 11pm but I managed to use the restraint the marathon had taught me. Porn fans are scared to admit their habit but hentai lovers are different. We enjoy the fact that we are different and if you can't accept that then fuck off I don't want you as a reader or a friend.

This Isn't Me
Sure I was more relaxed at that party to the untrained eye but my public side is a front. I find my true self when I'm alone. You see under my photo at the top it says I hate people who aren't themselves well I am one of those people. I hide under an acceptable cover and hide what I really am. I sat down and cried for about 2 minutes about this. 3 people came in while I was doing it. Did any of them give a toss? Did they fuck.

I'm not gonna go to another party no matter who's gonna be there and how much alcohol is there. I'd much rather spend my weekends with a single can of Fosters and a casual poker game.

Why?

Because that's who I am. You don't like it then piss off.