|Current mood:|| dirty|
I am never fucking Tim again. You hear me world! I am no longer his specialty whore when he wants to fuck someone he hates, and in every way possible. When he wants to annoy me, make me feel uncomfortable, demean me, and fake kiss me. I can never be kissed by someone who does not care about me ever again, your soul dies a little. My neck hurts, my mouth hurts, my soul hurts, I kinda betrayed someone, and he fucking sent me home at 4:30 in the morning, because in all reality he cannot stand me. Is there a soundtrack for a whore? Why did I let him tell me what to do...I told him he knew too much about me.... Dysfunctionality makes life interesting he said, we are interesting. I hate him so fucking much, but at least our closure this time left me with such a bad taste in my mouth, I don't feel that awful feeling of hate, I am validated that he is an utter asshole, no ifs ands or scrawny pimpily butts. His girlfriend might love him, but I am over. FOREVER! Whore is no longer part of my title.
Goodnight...let my period start now, please.