don't know why

[freespeachzoned]

i don't know why i care. i really don't. it's stupid. he's a fuck. we all know he's a fuck. and yet, there were times, this summer, where i really believe i could love him. and that he loved me. and he held me. i mean, there were nights when we would sleep together and sex wasn't even attempted because he could tell i just needed to be held

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[freespeachzoned]

i know my faults. i'm pretty aware of them. i'm a slut. i like to have sex. i'm very defensive. not just about myself, about my friends. i am not quick to judge. i give people the benefit of a doubt. over and over and over. but i do have my limits. and even once they've been reached i do still stand up for people. i don't expect, nor do i want respect from anyone. i do not point out everyone else's faults. there are a few people who irritate me to the point of pointing them out, but mostly i keep it to myself. yes. i have my faults. i am honest, to a fault, as the saying goes. i am irritable. and cranky at times. i'm opinionate and i don't mind sharing those opinions. i also don't mind having this argument with some faceless person on my journal. on an entry, no doubt, that is mostly about not being a slut and settling down with someone. someone i care very much about. ironically, i finally am acting my age. i'm 18 and i'm supposed to be young and carefree. i'm not supposed to worry about how my actions are going to affect my future or anyone else. and for the first time in my life, i'm doing just that. thank you for speaking your mind. i appreciate it. if you don't mind though, i don't really plan to take some unknown person's opinion to heart.