1. Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever


    Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: PolishCock, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

    a brain full of tumors, nothing would change between us. I barely even know who you are.’ I fought the temptation to say it, but my anger was making difficult. “Thanks.” I said, but I said it with a very dry tone. She walked away and I looked out over the cafeteria for the hundredth time, trying to avoid the gaze of the people looking at me and loathing what everyone was. Humanity was as much of a cancer as the tumors in my brain, and I hated my species with every fiber in my being. I hated the weakness, the greed, the stupidity, the shortsightedness, and every other thing that made us the overgrown cockroaches that we were. I looked at the tables surrounded by just girls. There was a time when I would have sold my soul to just find a girl who would go out with me. In my heart, I knew that only love or death could bring me peace, and I had known it for years. For more than half a decade, I had been looking for my soul mate, the one girl who could take away my pain. At least, that’s what I used to want. Even before my cancer, my life had been agony. My mind was ravaged by its own cold existence, all this time cheated out of chemicals like serotonin. For six years, I haven’t known what peace, happiness, or sanity meant. I felt like I was constantly on the verge of hallucinating. I had already suffered from hearing voices in my head only a few years ago, so it wasn’t hard to think that my grip on reality could shatter any time. But that sadness had in time been twisted into ...
    hatred, the feeling of not belonging to any part of the world decayed into loathing for that world. I was trapped in a realm of existence that I could not escape from, and no matter how well I lived, be it a billionaire or a homeless vagrant, my misery and anger would be eternal and unquenchable. It was no wonder that the idea of a relationship now made me sick to my stomach, how could I ever fall in love with a goddamn human brought up in this goddamn world? ‘This world… is dead to me. And if I’m lucky, I’ll be dead as well.’ I thought to myself bitterly, staring out across the sea of classmates. I staggered through the hall, trying to recover from a seizure only a few moments’ prior. “Marcus, do you want to talk?” I heard the voice behind me. I already knew who it was. Her name was Julia, and she was one of the few people who were nice to me. Well she used to be, I hadn’t talked to her since middle school. She was kind and beautiful, and for a while, I thought that I loved her. But then I learned that she had a boyfriend, and after that, I simply lost interest. Now I saw her simply as a nuisance, a reminder of the days of wishing I could be with her, no matter what the cost, days when my pain and desperation were euphoria compared to my current agony. “No.” I said harshly. “You need to talk to someone.” She said. “No, I just need to get to class.” I said as I spat out a mouthful of blood. The bleeding would always start after every seizure. “Why won’t you look at me?” She asked ...
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