I don't need ANYBODY.
Some guy I shagged and treated like a c**t at the weekend keeps texting me. He's actually not a loser, but I'm still not interested. He's a bit young. Being that he's younger than me, a mere child some might say. Bless his soul, and what exactly have I turned into, anyway? Some bitch from club bitchwhore where they all wear nothing and think nothing and do nothing except shag? and be bitches? It's pretty hard to give new guys a chance when you feel like your heart is being manipulated by the weak, pathetic arm of some dick you kind of fell for after what was supposed to be a one night stand, 2 years ago. But just a little bit. I know nothing of real heartache. I'm sure I've got that to look forward to when I'm old and divorced, or widowed. Manipulated into what? A balloon animal.
I could hate him to get over it, but I have no reason to hate him, stupid bastard. I WANT him god damnit! and Katy gets what Katy WANTS! But not in this instance, apparently I'm just not good enough for him. I'm good enough and fucking better. I'm the fucking best. How dare he. Never mind. I only want him because I can't have him. I don't think I wanted him before he said he'd never go out with me. Hows that for fucking typical?
Men. I HATE women who say "Men!" I hate girls who pine after some loser guy who's not worth it. I hate THAT girl. I won't be her. But I can't shag around out of anger, either. It's gross and unfair and anyway, I use L'Oreal.
It's just so damn hard when you're 21 with sex on the brain.
What's a girl to do?
