Taylor
wow today Taylor broke my heart. He was in town the weekend I was in Vancouver. He said he worked evenings and he saw my call and he should have phoned to say hello. But the thing is action speak way louder than words. He was in town and he never phoned me to say anything. So I guess it is good to know officially we are no longer friends. And I know and you can tell me over and over again, and I tell myself, that yes he is a jerk but sorta means nothing cause I still use to hang out with him all the time. We use to talk all the time, all the fucking time.
I sorta wonder if he decieded to cut me because he found out that I was no longer a virgin. I really hope that isn't the reason cause it is my buissness what I do with myself, I am fucking almost 21 years old, these are suppose to be our wild party crazy years and I am going to have a fucking good time, no matter what anybody tells me, what anybody thinks. What men are allowed to go and sleep with whoever the fuck they want and nobody says anything to them and of course I do the same fucking thing and am instantly considered a fucking slut. Well too bad cause you can call me whatever the fuck you want to call me but I am still going to do it. If a man can do it, so can I... and I fucking will.
I think my sadness is turning into pure madness. At least he isn't around. At least I am not in Vancouver, this should make it easy to cut him, just as he cut me. And I should have seen the warnings. He choosed California with work buddies over me. But really I thought well maybe he just wanted to have a more exiciting road trip. It mustn't not mean much. But then the fact that he knew I was in town and he didn't phone me once. He knew I phoned him and he didn't phone me at all.
All I need to do is find the right words to let him know we are over and I will survive and he is the biggest jerk I know and I hope he rots in hell as a virgin.
I sorta wonder if he decieded to cut me because he found out that I was no longer a virgin. I really hope that isn't the reason cause it is my buissness what I do with myself, I am fucking almost 21 years old, these are suppose to be our wild party crazy years and I am going to have a fucking good time, no matter what anybody tells me, what anybody thinks. What men are allowed to go and sleep with whoever the fuck they want and nobody says anything to them and of course I do the same fucking thing and am instantly considered a fucking slut. Well too bad cause you can call me whatever the fuck you want to call me but I am still going to do it. If a man can do it, so can I... and I fucking will.
I think my sadness is turning into pure madness. At least he isn't around. At least I am not in Vancouver, this should make it easy to cut him, just as he cut me. And I should have seen the warnings. He choosed California with work buddies over me. But really I thought well maybe he just wanted to have a more exiciting road trip. It mustn't not mean much. But then the fact that he knew I was in town and he didn't phone me once. He knew I phoned him and he didn't phone me at all.
All I need to do is find the right words to let him know we are over and I will survive and he is the biggest jerk I know and I hope he rots in hell as a virgin.