Well, its officially over with the west coast lover. Which is fine, I honestly don't care right now, I've got bigger problems.
I have a five hundred dollar truancy ticket from school.
Yep, that's right. Five hundred fucking dollars. Consider myself ass raped by my parents. With a tomahawk. On fire. And the sad part is, I WASN'T EVEN FUCKING TRUANT. Unfortunately the school system in Shithole, TX doesn't seem to understand that 6 and a half minutes late to a class means I was taking a dump, not freaking doing crack and having sex in the bathrooms like they seem to think. Oh and another thing, some bitch showed up to my bio class 30 minutes late, and she didn't get fucking wrote up. Un-fucking-believable. F.M.L. Please. On a slutty note however, a boy I know in that same Bio class wants it. And by it I mean me, in case you didn't pick up on that. And I think I want it to. Bad. He's just what I like. Big, broad shouldered, Strong, and takes Charge. I don't want some pretty boy with flippity blonde hair and blue eyes who romanticizes sex in the parking garage bathroom into some sort of wild sex-capade , when in reality the only reason why we're even in that bathroom, is because I can't bring guys home. I want a guy who doesn't cut corners and try to make things all "romantic" and shit, someone who knows that sex isn't necessarily love, it sometimes is nothing more than an act to fill a sort of need for physical stimulation. Call me what you want, but that's sex for me at least. I've had sex in love and lust, and after you go from one abusive, loser ex-boyfriend to another, lust can be verrrrrry appealing. No strings attached, no empty promises or heartbreak, just sex. Sinful it may be, but we're all sinners. I may sound like a hooker, but I'm just as promiscuous person. And I (clearly) own it.