Let me take a step back. I mean, I'm fucking drinking vodka and beer at the same time right now. Not mixed together, but you get the damn point, right?
He told me to do legal drugs. Ya know?...So I stay off the ilegal shit.
Sometimes I think about where i'd be if I didn't try to meet someone else. If i stayed, waiting, stayed naive and shit.
I bet you're thinking, "who's the bitch talking about?"
You're right, I could be talking about anyone and maybe I am talking about everyone.
Every last penis that has walked in and out of my life for the last 8 years.
I'm not.
I'm gonna pull through. If I was really that nuts, it would have really came out by now. I would have emitted myself somewhere to solve the problem or someone would have noticed.
Is "emitted" the right word?
I told the new guy if he can't handle some of the things I do and say, then I'm simply not the right chick for him. Then I proceeded to say,
"I am joining the GOD DAMN military to get sober, if that's not enough proof that I want to better myself, then I don't know what is."
He was quiet like anyone would be. He sat there and glared and I glared back because I am a fucking bitch.
and he said,
"you're so beautiful"
AND I MELTED
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