May 28, 2006 15:15
Who the fuck am I? I have no idea. I was seeing Pete for a little while, which that now seems like eons ago. It was one of those situations where he liked me more than I liked him. I mean, there is so many times you can use the 'I feel sick' excuse when someone keeps wanting to have sex with you. With him, I noticed a pattern forming which made me realise 'don't ever go home with people when you are too drunk.' Anyway, he completely fucked it up (thank god) when he made out with a boy right in front of me who had just vomited on himself and was practically passing out. Sorry that is just low and revolting. So I stopped talking to him until recently he has been calling asking to see me again and shit. I didn't want to be mean so said it was better for us to stay friends but that wasn't good enough for him so he can get fucked. Can you believe his real name is Angel?! Ugh.
Too hungover for complete sentences right now. So yeah, don't wait for people to buy you drinks, just steal them. Learn to know that food is not your friend. Need a distraction from the pain? Just make a scar. My treatment of myself is not a reflection on how I treat people. Need revenge? Just vandalise their car and hope it's the right one. Have you ever drank metholayted spirits before? Being pro-ano is not an illness, it's a lifestyle. Just because they're called Superman doesn't mean you will be if you take one. Or two. He put his leg between my arse. Does that mean he wants to fuck? Steal his wallet while he's got you on your knees. Thank fuck you don't need a prescription to go shopping. Don't call me because you won't want to hear what I really want to say. You don't even know me. Being afraid of honesty is like being afraid of the dark - don't be stupid. I know you've been thinking about dumping your girlfriend and fucking the shit out of me. You're too far ahead of me and I will never catch up. We could live together.