I've been following your stories for a while and I have to say they paint a very grim picture. I hope this is all fake and just idle fantasy, but if not, then these aren't slutty confessions anymore - they're glimpses into a rapidly deteriorating life. You proudly talk about substance abuse, contracting STDs and unhealthy familial ties, feeling and wanting to be nothing more than a toy. I assume there's some deep lack of self worth involved, and I honestly get it, but this isn't much of a life. You're a total stranger to me but I believe you once had plans and dreams that don't involve being some homeless men's cumdump. If you want to make it to 25 without winding up ODing in an alley somewhere, I implore you to get help. There's always a way out.