this weekend was pretty fun for the most part. kradams, of course, bailed out halfway through the night (as i expected her to). i could tell she wanted to leave, but kept saying she was fine and everything was cool. then, all of a sudden, she was ready to walk out the door. so, i didn't care that she wanted to leave, i just wish she would have given me some warning. but, whatever, that's what pseudo-friends do i guess...
i found myself telling her things i didn't mean to. i know that i can't trust her. but, christ, i don't talk to anyone about anything anymore. so, it all just spilled right out. it will be interesting to see where that goes...
oh, and how could i forget. spooge blew me off and didn't even bother with a phone call. fuck it.
bad things happened again, only this time it was worse.
there was blood on his hands and dried tears on my face.
i wonder if i even tried to stop it this time.
i doubt it.
what's the fucking point?
i must have known it would happen when i put myself in that situation. i probably wanted it to happen so i'd have an excuse for being so sad.
sometimes i think being raped and left for dead would be the perfect end for me. since all i am to most people is a pretty face and a golden pussy.
i hope i never have a daughter.