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Why did I come back....
I felt like I should die, and often when I do it is mostly because I feel trap somewhere, is it due to my dilemma: A desire to be a woman?
I still don't know after all, but what turned out I've been doing was part of me dying. I have erased all pictures of me and this account, changed my nickname in MSN and some games I've been playing with friends. I grew a goatee and took off my ear loops, but I haven't cut off my hair and still appreciate peoples calling me miss by mistake.
Was I happier? I wasn't. It somewhat felt like it got me a job, yes I do work now. But, actually it was circumstances that helped me get that job, they really needed someone badly and I had experience, unlike the other applicant. He got hired eventually, to allow another employee and I to get some days off. Now, he'll get my shifts, because I'm moving to another department. I can't tell it is good, but surely better. I couldn't stand so much lack of civism and respect for others from customers.
Still, I was bored and started again to get back on Second Life. I been seeing some old time friends, complaining mostly how bored and how I missed my virtual submission days... that a friend summoned one of her domina friend to have me submitted to her. Unexpectedly, I did not resist, I simply tried to do what I was told. For the rest of the night, a chain sister played with me like a toy, I was enjoying being 'busy'. Then, time was that I had to head to bed.
I couldn't sleep and felt like trying to sleep dressed up... then added some accessories... make up came a little later... and I ended up trying to create another BirchPlace account, with my wrist cuffed. Till midnight, I've cam with two guys who were getting hot just looking at me, I enjoyed it too.
So here I am again, I should be posting pictures sooner or later.
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