i’m not a slut. If i was a slut, i would be enjoying and basking in every single fucking minute of this. and right now, i wish i was a slut because it’s not fun. It’s not fun at all.
it wouldn’t matter to me if you were a convict, a squat, a whatever as long as you loved me and took care of me. That’s just how i am. I give love too much and in most situations, i give love where it isn’t even reciprocated. And now there are two of you.
You want someone who isn’t going to fool around with you or cheat or lie and someone’ll listen and be there for you… and i’m that girl for you- any one of you. Maybe that’s the problem. So tell me, why can’t i seem to figure out who that guy is for me?
Justin, we ended on such bad terms and i like you, i like you a lot. You take things slow and you proved that you weren’t what people told me you were. I guess that’s where the problem lay.
Mike, we were fast. Like lightning. but it oddly feels right. And something happened tonight that you denied but i know you still did and i let you get away with it because i know that one day, it’ll slap you in the face. you are my BOYFRIEND and i wanna know that you want me to be your girlfriend because if you don’t then i won’t be the one to stop you because i told myself i wouldn’t do that anymore.
SOMEONE STAND UP FOR ME. I PROMISE I’LL BE WORTH IT. I PROMISE I WON’T SCREW UP. I SWEAR I’LL BE A GOOD GIRL FRIEND. NO MORE MAKING OUT WITH RANDOM GUYS AND NO MORE GETTING DRUNK.
save me 🙁
i wish kevin wasn’t high then we could talk. he’s the only one that gets me. </3