I am never getting married. Like Clooney.

You could see through my insecurity as well as you could a ghost. (I've got lots of similes this time around). Every girl takes out their inhibitions and regrets in a lot of different ways. Mine was to quit writing; and take a break from the digital world. One thing that was stopping me was all the criticism, bitch face losers, and questions of if they were going to appear on my blog as another "story". What do you think i'm going to do? post your facebook and address? this isn't isanyoneup. Relax and let me suck your uncircumcised dick for christ sake. However, if we did go through with it would you think it's outright ridiculous if for some reason I felt the need to tell everyone about "that one time". Let it be known that there is no such thing as a conquest in my mind. Only people and all the slaphappy fucked up humor we get to experience in real life.

The real reason to my absence? lately I've been wanting a boyfriend. It's all I can think about day and night. My aspirations of maybe being a non-slut and to find mr.right have been through the roof. My moral was so low that I had been turning to getting hammered. Trying to play the good girl and keep my legs closed. Then it kinda hit me one day last week. I stopped and realized that I wasn't being myself. I mean, all I could still think about was cock but I really wanted to lock it down. Mass confusion in my love life also helped out tremendously. The jealousy I was putting upon myself because of fucking instagram was completely insane. Here is me resuming to kick rocks. Continuing to feel as if I was going to ultimately be happy with someone I barely even knew. It took some casual sex with a couple (legit) strangers. Remembering that filling the void is way easier when you are getting pounded out by some hairy dude.. Here is to the future, and praying I don't end up as another Meredith Palmer.