It seems that all I am to anybody is sex appeal. All I am worth is the extent to which I will put out.
Why is that?
Why am I only cute when you think there is a possibility of getting inside of me? How come you only want to talk to me until I tell you that I am a virgin and intend on staying that way until I graduate? What is it about me that screams I'm only good for fucking?
I don't understand.
With every conversation, I lose a little bit of my soul. Because I know you don't care for me, and I know you won't.
And even if I did fuck you, how much longer would you stick around for?
Why is that the only thing anybody ever cares about?
Why is that all I'm worth?
I'm done with this. I'm done with everything. I'll never be anything more than my body, so what is the point in going on?
You know what? Screw it. It's just sex. I was always raised to believe that sex was wrong until you're married. My mother is bribing me into staying a virgin. But now I'm confused. Is the reason I don't want to have sex my reason, or theirs? Am I a virgin because I want to be, or because they want me to be?
Fuck, why is everything so confusing?
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Letters I'll Never Send
Non-FictionThese are a collection of letters to people that I will never send. They just sum up my thoughts and feelings about how awesome, annoying, and weird the people I know are. I could never let them see these or my life would be ruined! *DISCLAIMER* I...
