• The Real Me

    by  • September 23, 2010 • Eff Off - You - or Up, Frustration, Love - Pure and Simple, Sex, Yearning • 1 Comment

    I’ve had my heart broken more times than I can count.

    I’ve been fucked over more. By guys, by my own family, by my “friends”. I have been told TWICE by two DIFFERENT guys that all I’m ever going to be to anyone is a lay. So fuck morals. I used to believe that is was not true, but after getting fucked over again and again, I’ve decided it must be true. So I sleep around. It dulls the pain. It fills a whole that is usually empty (And I’m not talking about my vag either).

    I know that I’m probably never going to find love. My closest friends have people, and they think I’m jealous of their relationships, and I am. I want someone to love me. Not someone who just hits it and quits it. I don’t trust people, so I don’t know if I’m able to give my heart away. I always gave it to the wrong person…and because of that I chose to stop trying.

    So fuck love.

    Fuck double standards.

    Fuck. It. All.

    One Response to The Real Me

    1. Sara
      October 19, 2010 at 7:36 am

      I could have written that letter. UGH I agree fuck it all!!!

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