Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever - Sex Stories

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

... am physically incapable of being happy. For most of my life, I have not known what happiness feels like. My sadness began six years ago, when I was constantly teased and ridiculed by those around me. I was tormented for years on end, but the ones who brought me so much pain never got the punishment they deserved. This frustration over my constant torment threw me into depression. For all that time, I had also been searching for my soul mate. I have been trying to find the one girl who could take away my pain, for even when I was just a kid, my heart ached. My loneliness, depression, and frustration poisoned me, killing me psychologically. Toss in hundreds of hours of forced psychiatrist sessions and prescription anti-depressants that didn’t do jack-shit, and my life became a living hell. Then the system screwed me over yet again, and this was one of the ultimate punishments of the victim. In order to “give me a reprieve from my torture”, I was locked away in a mental institute, while my tormenters still faced no punishment. For a year, my mind rotted. Eventually, I began to hallucinate and hear voices in the back of my mind. What I’m about to tell you is something that I have not told anyone. I was so desperate for relief that I even took a blade to my own flesh. It was not a suicide attempt, but I was hoping that I could cancel out my inner pain with outer pain.” I said as I showed her the scars on my arm. Angel placed her hand on my scars and gave me a look of deep ...

... sympathy. “Eventually, I developed a deep hatred for humanity. I’m disgusted by my species, and wish that humans would just all die out. I’ve even given up on finding a soul mate, because every girl I met was just too heavily tainted by the world to do anything other than disgust me and trigger my deep hatred. But with my loneliness still plaguing me, I knew that my suffering would continue. With my mind filled with chaos and the world always filling my mouth with the taste of ash, I decided that death’s sweet embrace was the only thing that could bring me peace. The only reason why I didn’t kill myself then was because I did not want to put the family through the pain and grief.” I said with a raspy voice. “…Then a couple months ago, I collapsed into a seizure. I was in more pain than I thought possible, all of it coming out of the blue. I found out that my brain is riddled with tumors, focused mostly on my brainstem and limbic system. All these years, my limbic system was basically being smothered by useless tissue, leaving it incapable of producing chemicals like serotonin and other compounds needed in order for the brain to feel the emotion happiness. No wonder I had always been miserable, I was basically a car running without oil. The other tumors, the tumors on my brainstem, had finally grown large enough to interfere with my nervous system, causing full body nerve stimulation of pain receptors. For every second of every day since then, I’ve been in indescribable agony, ...