Things & Dreams

Breaking Free

"Hello," My new hoe's voice rang into my phone, interrupting my search for porn.

"Hello..." I trailed off in an attempt to get him to say what he wanted.

"I wanted to tell you something," He spoke sort of anxiously. Let's stop right here and picture me rolling my eyes. I know I shouldn't assume but this has happened to me before. The boys look at me and they see a cute, innocent looking, nerdy girl and think I want a relationship straight out the gate. When in reality that could be the farthest thing from what I want. Besides we've been talking for 3 days and all I wanted was a little dome.

"I'll call you back I have to let the dogs out," I damn near yelled and swiftly hung up on him. I clicked on his contact and blocked it soon after. Last time I just went along with what a boy was saying I ended up in an estranged relationship with a boy who was scared to touch me and I didn't even like him. I have no more pity for these boys. Our intentions didn't align so I had to dead that ahead of time.

That basically describes my love life. Shit, my whole life. People assume things based on how i look and make decisions based off of that. They do this shit at the worst time in my life. What happened to "boys only want one thing"? Because I'm the only one who seems to want one thing. This is why I'm still a virgin. I hold no attachment to my virginity whatsoever. Who the fuck wants to withhold pleasure? I want to get out of this fucking place and explore and have experiences in life. I want to get carried away, I want to make mistakes, I want to feel fucking alive. I'm sick of the box that people put me in.

So I got up, put my hair down, grabbed some bags, and ran outside this dungeon called a house.