Promising Young Woman

...Curt and Crude...

So here's the deal.

I've come to the conclusion that you're a son of a bitch who uses people to better your mental state, convincing yourself that it's the only way you've survived the rejection.

Not that I'm complaining, I've had my fair share of being a user, but that shit hits differently when I became the victim... your victim.

I give you credit for it though. It takes a lot of guts to fool me, and I openly admit it that you've screwed me over, but sometimes my anger tends to compete with my sexual desires.

I'm not sure whether I want to ruin your life even more than it already is, or take you into my mouth as I manhandle your cock to the point where you forget about all your daddy issues.

And fuck, I probably sound like a thirsty boycrazy whore, but I just don't fucking care. It's bout time that I deemed all my thoughts rational and sense, because who the fuck can tell me otherwise?

People who knew me from a distance had no right to judge my actions. I was cold and aloof on the outside, but I wasn't always like that, you know.

Humans humble you.

And it was always sink or swim when it came to having to grow up within those four walls we called a classroom.

At the end of the day, I want to study so hard that I escape this country I'd called inopportune with you leading forth. I'm guessing that you've become too out of control and overly annoying for me to actually deal with, but predictable nonetheless.

I've always pitied predictable people, especially men who pretended to be someone they're obviously not. I'm not perfect, but at least I'm trying to deal with the shit that occurs in my life.

I don't like you. I don't want you.

Well, I'm still debating on that second part.

But one thing that I'm sure of is that I've never degrade myself to meet your standards ever again. My pride and integrity will forever triumph over my pussy any day.

Curt and crude.

Felt good to finally say it.