/jp/ - Otaku Culture

One bit of drinking and for the next 3 days I feel completely unbalanced and mentally fucked. It's not a "hangover:" either.

I'm eating kratom with my waifu.

>>>/v/

>>10897468
you shouldn't drink if you're on psychoactive drugs, whether they be prescribed or not.

Pure little girls don't do drugs.

>>10897482

You're preaching to the preacher.

One of the reasons I'm like that is because of brain damage from past drug use.

>>10897486
Eh, what did you use? And how bad is it?

>>10897459
>you're
>you are waifu
I know you're drunk and all but come on.

>>10897492

Benzos, amphetamines, alcohol, cannabis, and occasionally other drugs, at way too young of an age.

It was really the benzos. Very similar to alcohol, cross-tolerant even, and I'm guessing that's why alcohol still messes me up mentally after it leaves my system.

I don't have a "waifu"

worst thread of the week
that takes effort
reported

>>10897507
how isn't this otaku-related?

>>10897509
Waifus are /a/ and /v/ children shit, not /jp/ related

I dont have a waify but I wish I did ; _:

>>10897512
How could one post sound so angry with so few words? That's pretty impressive.

GAY

>1
死ね

God has a plan - and the bible unfolds that wonderful plan
Through the message of prophecy
God sent Jesus into this world to be our saviour
And that Christ is returning, someday soon
To unfold the wonderful plan of eternity, for my life and your life
As long as we're cooperating with God

>>10897529

I think if his plan is real that it sucks. I could come up with a better plan.

HALE SATAN

Softly, our lips meet. As I'm laying on the bed, with the man of my dreams, all sorts of thoughts run through my head: is this right? Am I that cheap? What if anyone finds out? I sigh, deep in my mind, because my lips are captured by that man, that, that horrible man. I try to squiggle my way out of the man's strong, muscular, but yet warm arms, but to no avail. I scream for help in my mind, because the man still keeps my lips in unwanted bondage. His big, brown eyes are fixated into my small, light blue eyes. What can I do? He is strong...savage...the man of my dreams. I must be out of my mind, loving a guy like that. From the corner of my eye I can see that his right hand is now trying to reach for something. "What is that?" I ask in my mind. No sooner than that something shiny whizzes rapidly past my eyes. "Hand cuffs!" I exclaim in my mind. Hand cuffs! "No, no, mister, no! Don't tie me up, don't! Someone, help! Please!" Tears start running from my eyes, as this Neanderthal man holds my arms and cuffs them to the posts of the bed. My mouth is now free, but I cannot scream. My tongue has frozen, but my legs have not. With my foot I kick the man: that was a fatal mistake. "You are going to pay for that, bitch!" he says, with a sadistic tone in his voice. I cannot speak, still I cannot, though I want it so badly...but then: "I want to be punished. I kicked you. Punish me!" Those words, that just came from my mouth, turn his sadistic smile into sadistic laughter. What kind of man is he...I still love him. I love you, I whisper, as the man whips and and strokes my hard cock simultaneously...I don't know if he heard those words...it doesn't matter...