Vice number two
Well if you got this far then clearly you have nothing better to do then watch my life deteriorate.
I'm currently listening to Lana del Rey, the queen of love, sex and most of all sad tumblr girls.
Well here's my vice... no not Lana, sex.
I use sex as a weapon, to feel like I'm in control. I believe that so long as I get what I want then I will be okay. Well I'm wrong I know I'm wrong.
I mean it's great at the beginning the adrenaline, the heat, finally I am loved, someone actually wants me. Until they leave the next morning to find no text messages just stories on how I'm a slut.
Sex is my drug
Sex is my vice
And the morning after is my come down.
I never realised how unloved I am until I realise people just want my body but again I let them do that so it's my fault.
It's my fault I let them in my house
It's my fault I wanted sex
It's my fault I can't find love
It's my fault to think I can find love through sex.
See that's the difference between two vices. Drugs will make you have the ride of your life and sure you have a come down but at least it will always be an option.
Unlike sex. People get bored, people move on, people talk. I talk. I cry.
