I just like to laugh and have fun. Good times with good people are what I live for. I'm slowly becoming someone that I'm happy to be.
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My baby brother’s first girlfriend recently confessed to thinking they were actually a boy. I asked my brother if this bothered him. His response was:
“Well, yeah. If I had have known they were a boy when we were going out, I would have said I had a boyfriend, not a girlfriend.”
He was ten.
(via thatonegirlfromquidditch)
There are very few people my age who understand me.
As I get older, people begin to understand the choices I made. For right now, I’m trying to ignore the “fuck you” mentality and continue going on with my life. I’m actually really happy and it’s weird. I see a lot of good things happening and knowing that I’m starting a new chapter in my life is the best feeling in the world.
There are few people that I care about here. Luckily, most of them have seen me at my worst
I’m a firm believer that we all need someone to remind us that we’re human and it’s okay to make mistakes. The ones who look down on you are the ones who will never understand themselves. They weren’t meant to be in your life.
Torrin is an asshole.
Wiley is an asshole.
Nathaniel is an asshole.
Cody is the biggest asshole.
And David started texting me. I want to just drop off the face of the world.
All those elaborate stories. You did have a girlfriend. You made me feel sorry for you. You made me think that you we’re some broken guy who was hurt by everyone. Then you flipped it around and made me feel like I was selfish and was the problem. Turns out, this was just one big elaborate lie.
You were supposed to be at a funeral. You disgust me.
Torrin texted me again.
Wiley texts me but doesn’t reply.
Nathaniel is waiting on my text ,but I plan to not text him.
Cody checked out my profile.. hasn’t said anything.
I’m going to make a simpler blog
of all the boys I’ve made love to, had sex with, and fucked.
I’m not a slut, I just view sex in neither a positive nor evil way. It’s just another way to express what you want from someone.
That’s what my problem is.
I make love to people who want to have sex with me.
I fuck people who want to make love.
And there’s only been one person that we’ve both agreed to have sex. Even then, my sex drive was higher than his so that didn’t balance out.
Anything sexual is a balance. Finding that balance is the hardest, but most satisfying thing.
To make things worse
my ex, Torrin, called me the other day. Told me that his girlfriend hated me and that she flipped because I said “Happy Thanksgiving”.
So why the fuck would you call me and talk to me for 2 hours and say things like, “well maybe if we dated later than we did, we would have stayed together”.
Fuck you.
Then they wonder why I’m insecure all the time.
