Mar 02, 2010 21:56
It's like fasting. Y'know? When you have something that you've given up, or your don't have anymore, for a while at first, you miss it, but then you get used it not having it and you don't really care anymore. But then the fast is broken, and suddenly you had another taste of it and you want it again.
Before this Saturday, the last decent makeout session I've had was way back in like, May.
I broke my 'fast' this Saturday night with Mr. Matt-the-actor-from-Newburyport-high-while-dancing-for-a-ridiculously-long-time-together.
He doesn't have a car. I will not being seeing him anytime soon.
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I kind of hate myself for breaking my fast now.
boys,
sex