It’s funny how getting in drugs and alcohol can help make you pretend that you’re a completely different person. I bet no one actually knows what kind of person I really am.
Hm.
and I’m the only person to blame for putting myself out there in that way. I let people use me and throw me away. It’s like the impulsive side of me rebelling against the other, control-obsessed side. But I don’t want to be like that anymore. I want someone that I can talk to and trust, someone that wants to be with me for longer than one night. I want to be girlfriend material.
yeah this was a mistake.
I wasn’t placed onto this earth to fuck around and pretend like that makes me happy. And I’m not here to try to figure out how you’re feeling. If you just want to fuck, tell me. But don’t make me think that you like me and then drop me like a fly. This isn’t fucking middle school. Grow up.
