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Monday, October 01, 2007 Sigh.. It hurts. I hurt. Hurts fuckin' bad.If only I could tell someone about it. If I tell my sister bout it, she'll tell Momma. If Momma knows about it, she'd tell me "I told you so!". Then she'll probably demand to meet the man and give him a good talking to. Friends. Too busy for me. I don't even think Bro bothers anymore. So, there's basically noone I could turn to. The feeling of bottling everything inside sucks. My love life is a BIG joke. I'm jealous of women who have tons of men drop dead at their feet with just a click of their fingers and go goo goo ga ga. I'm jealous of all those sluts whose favourite past time is to twirl good men around their pinkies and toy with their feelings. Me? Life shoves the worst kind of men into my path, trying and testing to see how far I am from the brink of insanity. Apparently, it's not gonna be too far anytime now. The poseurs, the beggars, the pimps, the lechers, the jokers, the quasimodos - you name it, I've got a taste of it. I was brought up not to accept any favours or free treats from guys. Oh well, this is the most expensive lesson learnt. And I paid 100 dear buckeroos for it. Stupid stupid stupid me.
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