Okay, I admit, sometimes I don't reveal too much about me feelings over this ole internet (or in general)
So, I thought, let's try some a little bit.
If you don't want to hear, don't click the spoiler, just look at this picture of me being a pretentious little asshole jerkoff face.
SPOILERS! (Click to view)
So so so, I've been down down down the past couple of days (weeks? Sometimes I forget).
Mostly in particular because a good good friend of mine, who I previously dated, decided to become like every other man in my life, and use me like I was nothing.
Sex "for the birthday", but mostly for him,
and then we went to the Billy Joel concert, where he was obssessed iwth getting high, and then obsessed with getting high and fucking me afterwards, even when I said "No no, I don't want to smoke anymore, I really don't want to have sex, I really just don't want to have sex", but of course there was sex, and then getting dressed, and leaving.
That's how it always is.
Sex, dress, leave.
I hate it so much, I hate sex, maybe men don't understand this, but it hurts me like mad, like I'm going to puke everywhere, but apparently I'm no good as a friend, just a nice little fuck.
I'm not a bad ass, I'm not a permiscuous girl, I'm just this little lame baby, that sleeps with her baby dolls.
I live at home, hey fuck, I have a fucking curfew.
Sorry this isn't eloquent, sorry it isn't soft and sweet, sorry I'm lame and suck and you guys don't know me but now you know the little fucking naggys of my life.
Valentines day was just as bad.
P.s.-This guy isn't a bad guy, just a bad boyfriend, and bad best friend. Maybe an aquaintance would be best.
I hate being used.
