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i saw bryan.
he stunk of old beer and stale cigarettes.
he looked down at me.
"i forgot how fucking tiny you are".
that made me feel nice.
he took me out for some drinks.
he told me his fiance would kill him if she knew.
she hates me.
i dunno why.
she doesn't know me.
hasn't even met me.
i'm sure she'd like me.
almost everyone likes me.
except for this guy named andrew.
and this guy named jason,
whom i accidently called justin once, when i was drunk.
bryan tried to kiss me.
kept on hugging me.
i thought the entire time...
about his poor, poor fiance.
i feel for the girl.
if only she knew.
she hates me because of lies.
i shouldn't care.
he cheated on me with her.
i still feel bad for her.
i wish i could help her.
he kept staring at my ass.
why do men stare at my ass?
it's belittling.
seriously.
i feel small enough.
i am NOT an object.
i am NOT something that you can just grab at will.
what the fuck was i thinking.
what the fuck am i thinking.
he stunk of old beer and stale cigarettes.
he looked down at me.
"i forgot how fucking tiny you are".
that made me feel nice.
he took me out for some drinks.
he told me his fiance would kill him if she knew.
she hates me.
i dunno why.
she doesn't know me.
hasn't even met me.
i'm sure she'd like me.
almost everyone likes me.
except for this guy named andrew.
and this guy named jason,
whom i accidently called justin once, when i was drunk.
bryan tried to kiss me.
kept on hugging me.
i thought the entire time...
about his poor, poor fiance.
i feel for the girl.
if only she knew.
she hates me because of lies.
i shouldn't care.
he cheated on me with her.
i still feel bad for her.
i wish i could help her.
he kept staring at my ass.
why do men stare at my ass?
it's belittling.
seriously.
i feel small enough.
i am NOT an object.
i am NOT something that you can just grab at will.
what the fuck was i thinking.
what the fuck am i thinking.