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Have the best boyfriend in the world.
And I’m still not satisfied. The annoying thing is, I like him an incredible amount. He’s attractive, he got way better in bed, he gives me butterflies, he’s good to me. There’s nothing WRONG with what we have. It’s all right.
Only, when he’s not around, my eyes are wandering and when I’m intoxicated and he’s not there, my hands itch towards my phone to contact old flames.
I don’t know what my problem is. But I need to do something about it.
Attempting to not make bad decisions.
My new boy kind of annoyed me tonight. I mean, maybe he just got drunk, passed out, got kicked out, or whatever, but he didn’t call me. Even though I went all the way out, dressed up, and went to the club I knew he’d be at. He didn’t answer his phone.
I’m sure he’s just drunk because he told me so way earlier, but it’s still obnoxious. So I rebounded my emotions by taking some shots and buying some drugs. And now all I want to do is text Bane. But I’m trying very hard not to.
It’s so HARD.
He’s not worth it, and I know it. But drunk me is harder to convince.
I need to pass out already.
Wish me luck.
"May your life be a decadent orgy of wasteful delight in the pursuit meaningless indulgence."
GPOYW- Not the best picture of my new man, but it’s the only one I have with both of us in it at the moment. This is the night we met and I didn’t even dream that it would turn into this.
I feel ridiculous. This isn’t ME. Ridiculous.
But very happy.
And Bane has hardly crossed my mind since.
Haven't been updating at all.
Pretty much spend all my time with my new boo. Haven’t fooled around with anyone else since I started diggin him. Makes for a content life, but not very interesting stories.
I really do like this damn boy though. I love the way he giggles over everything. It makes me smile. I love his curly brown hair and his big, brown, puppy dog eyes. I like when he talks in that random voice to make fun of me. I like his smile. I even love the tiny little gap in between his front teeth. I love his hands, which are super rough and calloused, but make me feel all the more protected. I love the birthmark on his side and his incredibly toned muscles. And his skin. And his ears. And the way he smells. And his kisses on my forehead.
I’m ridiculous. And head over heels for a guy that actually likes me too. How wild.
So. Nifty.
Oh dear, oh dear. This could be very, very good. Or very, very bad.
I might be falling for a boy. That isn’t Bane.
I’m scared.
Yup. I’m the devil. And I’m WASTED. It’s what I do.
I can barely remember the past three days.
I feel like I’ve been on this magical vacation of getting as fucked up as humanly possible while dressing whorishly and making out with everyone that stands still long enough.
It’s been a blast.
But good lord, it’s time for my body to recover.
