--Task #005
2: Talk about your first kiss
The ‘PG practically not a real kiss’ version or the really depressing one? My first almost kiss happened when I was nine and this older girl from our ragtag gang of abandoned kids wanted to know what kissing was like. I didn’t have a fucking clue but I still told her that I would and ended up sort of kissing the side of her mouth and cheek. I didn’t really see the appeal. The real kiss, however, was two years later. It was dark, I was freaking out and this fucktard in a suit wanted to get what he paid for, so he shoved his tongue into my mouth and his hands down my pants. It was nice, real romantic.
7: Talk about your biggest insecurity
My scars that never let me forget about my past and the fact that I’m pretty fucking useless. My education is shit, it’s not like I’ll ever be part of a healthy relationship, make someone happy and have seven fucking babies with them and my only talents include alcohol and a damn blowjob. Talk about a waste of air.
15: Talk about the time you were most content in life
I’d been with my new family of abandoned and broken toys for about a year and we were settled in the basement of this department store that had closed down. It was warm and we were getting by better than we had in a while. After we managed to sell some of the clothes that had been left over, we went and got ourselves a decent meal that wasn’t more fucking fast food. So yeah, I was warm and full and life didn’t suck.
27: Talk about your favorite part of someone else’s body
Eyes are a big favorite. Eye contact is just so intimate somehow… I like how you can almost tell what a person is thinking just by looking into their eyes. I think hands are a close second ‘cause you can tell what kind of person someone is by the way they shake your hand or just, I don’t know, how they touch you. Especially soft, warm hands…
32: Talk about a place you remember from your childhood
Back during the dark days, I used to try and find places where I could hide when I realized that running away was pretty hopeless. My hiding places usually only lasted for a few hours but this one time, I managed to remain hidden for almost the whole day. After I crawled into one of the vents, I ended up in this empty room. The doors were barricaded and it was quiet and no one was in pain or yelling and you couldn’t hear the grunts it was just… quiet and peaceful. At least until they finally found me.
