Oh My…

So this week is starting off interesting. I already cant stand the situation that I’m in. My baby’s father is working off pure emotion to spite me using my son in the process. I messed around with my best friends gf. Nothing happened. We just kissed. Even so I’m feeling so guilty about everything thats happened but at the same time I dont. I mean he lies to me just like he lies to every other woman. its so funny cause he’s the epitome of the kind of guys I just would not date. Then I realize that I we arent dating. We are friends with benefits. I feel stupid cause I fell for it, but its cool because I was vulnerable. Its sad because it wont be like that for anyone else. Back to roadblocks and the old me. And I was good as shit.

 

I cant help but feel turned on by what he does to her. What he says to her. He tells her he missed it, but i know what he really thinks. Is it bad that I like the fact that he may have fucked her before I kissed him? That there may be something left on him when I kiss him below his waist? Is this desperation? No, this is better. the voyeur in me, the love for lust. It overwhelms me. I am overwhelmed. He kissed me goodbye this morning. Does that resonate with my emotions? No. I am female, but I know what this is and I am okay. I cant lie, it does hurt sometimes, but I just have to remember. 

 

His gf did touch me though. She was lonely, I am lonely. Our company became something blissful and I gave into lust. She bit me till I came. (by my own hand of course) I want to say the way she held me, the way she gave me her fingers when I asked her to. This life I’m living. I swear its moving all to in stop motion cameras.

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A monotonous road…

I’m spiraling again. Its been a long time since my last post. I guess this should be used as a diary, journal, whatever. No one ever reads these. A quick update, I am single and sleeping on my best friend’s couch. I’m in lust with one of my best friends. He knows this but I know I’m not number one, im sideline trash. you can tell me that you love me and think of me more than often and everyday, but you lay your head next to someone else. its kinda like the husband who never leaves his wife. im good enough to sleep with but not good enough to be with. its sad really, cause now the curiosity is gone. i just dont want anything to do with him anymore sort of. its like i care, and i wanted the sex part just cause i was curious. all these years have gone by and nothing has happened. i finally get my wish and i havent even had one orgasm, (minus the one i gave myself). its all so sad, so horribly sad. now, im texting him all the time. i used to crave to catch him alone, kiss him deeply, tease him physically, now that ive experienced it first hand, i cant really do it anymore. i guess its cause we havent fully fucked yet. no penetration till orgasm, just bursts of spontaneity, then nothing. its all so cluttered.

He says he loves me and means it, but he’s told it to so many other women. the only compliment i can believe is that im good at head, because the other women he loves dont give head. i feel so stupid being caught up like this, but i know its only cause im going through a breakup. i feel stupid sending him a text spilling my guts only to get no response, until i bring it up to him the next day. he said he appreciated it. it didnt mean more or less to him if i sent it or not. i actually spoke to him today about my own personal problems and he was so frank with me about his emotional detachments its only natural that he doesnt give a shit about me. or anyone for that matter. i cant love a person, excuse me, fall in love with a person like that. im rebounding hard as fuck, and i need to stop. i also dont want to become one of his exes who just text him sex shit all the time. i gotta be me in every way.

 

someone will come and scoop me up and right now, im in no rush. i need a job, car and then apt. room if i cant afford it. ive reached my clarity and no one can steal that. im so submerged in my own self that i cant even see my own worth. im always number 2. im so used to it, its unfortunate. im gonna have to abstain from sex for awhile. just cause i dont have anyone to have it with and use my handy vibrator. sigh. men are funny. thats all i can say. he boasts everything. the head wasnt even good. not even remotely. the first time we fucked he came so fast…what am i hooked on? he doesnt even care that much. hes not putting too much of anything emotionally forward. im so over people in general right now. fuck this, im sleepy. nighty night.