I know it's been a minute, and everyone's dying to hear my thoughts. I kinda-sorta got a job and it takes up most of my time. I also work with my ex. Terrible life decisions, I know. Anyways, I may be a little drunk right now, so I figured it'd be a great time to update! Sex is not love. I don't care who you are, it just doesn't happen like that. I keep trying to convince myself otherwise, but when a guy makes you scream it really doesn't mean anything. It really doesn't help that I work with the ex. Or that I may be in love with him. Or that the sex is amazing. Can I say "or" anymore? It's been established that I like fucking and it doesn't matter that the booty is phenomenal. Or that I'm in love with the ex. Or that even though I said, "Sex isn't love," my brain still thinks it is ... This is probably the wrong place to be posting this.
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