Sure, I suppose it’s a little sad, feeling your cunt weep in shame. What of it?
If you relate that strongly to the stuff I write, then your life has probably been tough, and you’ve been through a lot. But if you just let your mind follow your body’s lead, you can pour all of the anguish in your little head into that empty space between your legs.
Once you’ve got it all stored up there, you can trickle the sadness out a little at a time with your fingers, or a man can beat it out of you in great waves with his cock and the back of his hand. Either way, you’ll feel a little more alive for a little while. And that’s not *too* sad, is it?