I mean, I’m over it. There’s just a spot in my mind that’ll probably never forget it. I know I can’t go back. At least, that’s what I think. Whatevs.

Is it bad that I still care? I know I shouldn’t, but damn. It ain’t supposed to be like this.

I hate when guys hit me up on Jack’d, trying to get my goods. It’s always ugly, old, or fat guys. I appreciate the honesty, but damn. Like, off rip talking about they wanna fuck. I hate the fact that people think I’m easy or whatever. I’m still virgin tight fa sum, and these clowns got me fucked up. That’s all.

Out of all the positive feedback I’m getting for today, the one person I expected to be happy for me hasn’t said anything about it. I’m not doing this for him, but I thought he would’ve noticed or something. Imma make this shit jump though. I’m on my way up.

I’m so excited for tomorrow. =]

goddammitfenton:

if you ever feel bad about yourself, just remember this one time in my english class, we were writing horror stories and one of the girls wrote “it was friday the 13th, the night before halloween” for her opening sentence

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