At my best
With two weeks left here, I am suddenly beginning to realize that being a lush is not easy. My drinking habits (thursday through saturday) have caused _________ in my life.
Which leads me to my next bit:
Boys boys boys. My life revolves around them. Who's gonna be next? Who am I going to fuck over this time? I am so bad with them. I acquire them (boys, that is) to satisfy a deep sexual desire, but also to fulfill this heightened image that I see myself having. Right now, my head throbs. Its so engrossed, over expansive, too big. I need to calm the fuck down for a quick second. I am so unrealistic.
With my swelling head, there is also my aching stomach. I feel sick...ill, disgusted with myself. I am struggling with reaching a consensus on my actions.
I am thinking about designing a theory that will explain my actions.
Here it goes: If you want to date me, this is what you should expect:
1) I will pretend the entire time that you are with me that I do not really like you that much. In fact, I'll be wicked and act like you are bothersome.
2) I will always be right. No matter what. Also, I'll expect perfection and loyalty.
3) I might cheat on you. That is you better be in my bed every night because if you are not in your usual post, then some other fool will.
4) When you doubt me...and see me as the crazy lunatic that I am...then you will finally move on.
5) We will not talk for two weeks. Then I will see you with other guys...and then comes the Second Front...the Last Supper...Doomsday. Watch out...because I will perpetuate hell.
These steps are so frequent. When will I learn? Why do I get so mad when they move one? I am evil.
Which leads me to my next bit:
Boys boys boys. My life revolves around them. Who's gonna be next? Who am I going to fuck over this time? I am so bad with them. I acquire them (boys, that is) to satisfy a deep sexual desire, but also to fulfill this heightened image that I see myself having. Right now, my head throbs. Its so engrossed, over expansive, too big. I need to calm the fuck down for a quick second. I am so unrealistic.
With my swelling head, there is also my aching stomach. I feel sick...ill, disgusted with myself. I am struggling with reaching a consensus on my actions.
I am thinking about designing a theory that will explain my actions.
Here it goes: If you want to date me, this is what you should expect:
1) I will pretend the entire time that you are with me that I do not really like you that much. In fact, I'll be wicked and act like you are bothersome.
2) I will always be right. No matter what. Also, I'll expect perfection and loyalty.
3) I might cheat on you. That is you better be in my bed every night because if you are not in your usual post, then some other fool will.
4) When you doubt me...and see me as the crazy lunatic that I am...then you will finally move on.
5) We will not talk for two weeks. Then I will see you with other guys...and then comes the Second Front...the Last Supper...Doomsday. Watch out...because I will perpetuate hell.
These steps are so frequent. When will I learn? Why do I get so mad when they move one? I am evil.