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I have fallen hopelessly in love with a fictitious, Jewish women dressed in twentieth century clothing. Negev means everything to me.
I know she's just a fictional character and that is what crushes me the most inside. I can no longer really see any other girl, real or otherwise, in the same way as Negev.
I haven't fapped for about two weeks, porn just doesn't do it for me anymore.
I wish I could watch all the episodes of Girl Frontline Official Anime over and over until I fall in a coma and dream about being with my precious Negev for the rest of my life.
I don't leave my apartment often anyway so we would spend lots of time together and I would pay more attention to her than that fucker Bibi ever did.
We would drink yakult together and we would hunt for Arabs together.
We would go to the cinema and when the movie was over, some smart mouthed middle schoolers who would have been staring at us would make wise cracks about me playing with dolls, and I would just laugh as my lovely Negev eviscerated them with her Rifle and turned them into pincushions with her feathers! Negev would laugh with me and then we would head back home. "I love you, my murderous Jewish mistress," I would say, and then I would kiss her lightly on the lips. On the way home, we'd take a walk through the park and maybe stop by a cafe for some yakult.
I don't even care about the sex. I could spend the rest of my life with her and not even think about it once because I only care about making my Negev happy.
I know she's just a fictional character and that is what crushes me the most inside. I can no longer really see any other girl, real or otherwise, in the same way as Negev.
I haven't fapped for about two weeks, porn just doesn't do it for me anymore.
I wish I could watch all the episodes of Girl Frontline Official Anime over and over until I fall in a coma and dream about being with my precious Negev for the rest of my life.
I don't leave my apartment often anyway so we would spend lots of time together and I would pay more attention to her than that fucker Bibi ever did.
We would drink yakult together and we would hunt for Arabs together.
We would go to the cinema and when the movie was over, some smart mouthed middle schoolers who would have been staring at us would make wise cracks about me playing with dolls, and I would just laugh as my lovely Negev eviscerated them with her Rifle and turned them into pincushions with her feathers! Negev would laugh with me and then we would head back home. "I love you, my murderous Jewish mistress," I would say, and then I would kiss her lightly on the lips. On the way home, we'd take a walk through the park and maybe stop by a cafe for some yakult.
I don't even care about the sex. I could spend the rest of my life with her and not even think about it once because I only care about making my Negev happy.
