triedandfallen

[iwouldnt_fear]

Most girls would be a little nerve-wracked the day after having unprotected sex on a beach with a guy you've only known a month. But most girls don't have the advantage of perspective that I do. Far far worse things can happen. Funny how you never seem to think about those things till afterward, mostly because it's the least romantic thing I can think of. "honey you don't have any diseases I should know about, do you?" Always gets the lust pumping. But then if this was a normal situation, I'd be able to wake up next to him this morning and stumble through that awkward conversation in which I mention I'm not on anything. But this isn't normal, because after we finished we went back to this place and I went to my room and he went home.

Just that, makes me hate this place all the more. Just being here makes me want to toss myself out a window or something. In case you hadn't guessed, I'm not exactly a 'rules' kindof girl. The very idea that I have to be somewhere by some time and I don't have the choice either way makes me want to sock someone in the face. If I hadn't met Micheal I would have snuck out in the night sometime early on.

I stare at the ceiling for every last frustrating minute, I do as I'm told, when I'm told, and I sidestep about four would-be fights a day. I take it, because I've got no choice. Because if I ever want to be free, it's this or Mexico. And I hate tacos.

I get dressed and do my hair before descending the stairs to another day.