So here I was... All alone in my thoughts. I've never been so confused in my entire lifetime of existence.
My first three wetdreams in the same week! Three different guys. Like, I'm not a whore at all, and the first guy doesn't count at all. Ps, I swear me and my girl best friend had some dark humoured vudu done that Friday night!
But, I'm torn.
Three guys.
The hot, yet ignorant scholar. The DO AVOID, meanie baby daddy. The mysterious, alluring and sexy man-bunned engineer.
Holly molly. *lightly chuckles *
How did I allow my life to be so dramatic? I give you credit older sis, high school is a joke. Though, my mind has slowly convinced me to more spontaneous.
Like, if I pulled the whole 'New Year' stunt, who knows what I'll be capable of next?
Passion or power.
Power is cold. It's about control. It's a game. There are winners and losers. If someone has power that means intrinsically that someone else does not.
I always thought that when the time came for me to have sex, I'd want passion. Passion is hot. But now, I think people only want passion until they've been burned. Then power starts looking really good.
Never let your guard down.
I get it now.
I guess in the end, you're still just getting screwed.
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