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Diana was a slut, and she wasn't afraid to admit that fact. The term slut was coined for her after she started going under numerous amounts of boys. The reason behind her change of personality was simple; she was publicly rejected...
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Diana was in deep thoughts; she couldn't stop replaying the conversation with Joseph. She couldn't stop thinking about he had hurt her time after time, and she couldn't stop thinking that all she wanted was to love someone just as much as they loved her.
So while she was thinking about Joseph and the day they met. It had been the first day of college; they had shared an econ 101 class. So while Joseph found the whole class rather attractive, Diana was taking it to get the proper credits she needed. Funny enough, she failed many lessons from her first year and thus was a year behind from graduating on time. For the first six months, they hung out a couple of times; Diana went through her fair share of bad dates, and Joseph did ask her out, but like Diana always said, a date ended in one of two ways; having sex or climbing out the bathroom.
Diana could deal with the sex; it was great, uncomplicated, and straightforward because they seemed to understand where each one stood when they lay with one another. The thing about emotions was they had a habit of changing. To start with, Joseph was just somebody to scratch and itch. He was too confident and treated the vast number of people that worked for him like crap. All of them seemed to fade away when they went from just having sex to going to the movies, going out for dinner and just fooling around while at home. He had officially given Diana the wrong impression.
He wasn't his fault, Diana thought. Looking back, he had always been honest with what he wanted. As she sat here, her eyes out of focus, she couldn't help but believe that maybe she only had herself to blame. She knew his reputation and where she stood with him from the first moment she had woken up in his bed, but looking back, she knew a part of her who wanted something more. She still wanted more, but her mind was playing tricks with itself. She knew what she wanted in her heart but couldn't quite get there with her head.
She wanted to be okay and for her past to be the past. She wanted the picket fence, the loving husband, the same person to come home to every evening, but now she was more alone than others. Elsa, Cara, Hannah, Tommy, Sophie and even Jack had told her to close down and think about how all her actions react. All her responses left her crying in a ball with the covers pulled up.
However, Diana needed to keep being told that she was hurting herself more than anyone else. Yet here she was waiting to hear those words one more time.
