I am so angry, angry doesn’t even describe it.
how do I manage to always get in these predicaments?
I wear my heart on my sleeve, even though it doesn’t seem like it.
I curse myself each time it comes back to bite me in the ass.
I try so hard to make everyone happy around me. I give everything I can. EVERYTHING. I waste gas, I lose sleep, I spend money.
And all I’m asking is for one fucking person to put the same effort In making me happy. Or at least make my life a little fucking easier by giving me straight answers.
That would be just peachy.
My thing is, have sex whenever you decide to want to have sex. You want to have sex on the first night, go ahead. You want to have sex after 20 dates, go ahead. You want to never have sex, go ahead. People think that someone’s sexual choices actually coincide with their personality. If all you can think of someone’s worth is whether they want to have sex or not, then the problem is probably you.
so my boyfriend and I tried roleplaying the other day and we did the whole “professor and bad student who needs to pass” thing, only he wanted to be the professor, so I had to be the horny and failing student. I’m the valedictorian of my senior class of 400 and I have a horrible phobia of flunking, so when he whispered “you’re failing my class, you naughty girl” in my ear, I started crying and we had to stop