Grrrrrrrrrr!!!
I’m an emotional wreck right now. I fucking hate being a girl sometimes!
I’m getting really excited and nervous about our trip. We fly out in 12 days! It’s so hard not spending money… or trying not to spend money anyway. Fucking shoes! Damn their attractiveness!!!
I’m in love! It’s making me nervous too. I can’t sleep because I’m worried I’ll fuck it up.
I’m procrastinating. I only have ONE 2000 word essay to write before we leave and I haven’t started the research yet. FUCK.
I’m getting shitty with my sex life (the above revelation aside). My ex, whom I was with on and off for 7 years, was one of those guys that is ALWAYS hard… like in the annoying, fuck-off-and-let-me-sleep kinda way. D is not… which is frustrating for obvious reasons. If he has too much to drink: no sex for me. FUCK.
I’m a twice-in-one-session kinda girl. I only really get warmed up the first time and really let lose on the second go. But once D is done the first time he gets hard again after about 10 or 15 minutes but often he can’t stay hard. So we’ll be going for it and then I’ll try and switch positions but before we can get going again it’s too soft to continue. For fucks sake! He’s only 23 and he’s having these ‘problems’ what’s it going to be like in 20 years?!?!?! I don’t know what to do. It’s not his fault and I know it’s not MY fault but it is soooooooooooo frustrating. I don’t know what to do. I get really shitty when it happens and he says sorry and then I have to stroke his ego by telling him it’s fine BUT I WANT TO GET FUCKED!!!
The additional problem is my pill. It's working in the sense that I don't get pregnant but it makes me emotional and moody. So most of the time I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX AT ALL. But then I'll want it real bad and can't get enough of it (See above). And all I want to do is EAT. JUNK. CONSTANTLY. So now I'm getting fat. So fat that I popped the button on my favourite jeans. My favourite jeans too. You know that metal button that rips a hole in the waistband when it pops? Yeah. FUCK!
I’m getting really excited and nervous about our trip. We fly out in 12 days! It’s so hard not spending money… or trying not to spend money anyway. Fucking shoes! Damn their attractiveness!!!
I’m in love! It’s making me nervous too. I can’t sleep because I’m worried I’ll fuck it up.
I’m procrastinating. I only have ONE 2000 word essay to write before we leave and I haven’t started the research yet. FUCK.
I’m getting shitty with my sex life (the above revelation aside). My ex, whom I was with on and off for 7 years, was one of those guys that is ALWAYS hard… like in the annoying, fuck-off-and-let-me-sleep kinda way. D is not… which is frustrating for obvious reasons. If he has too much to drink: no sex for me. FUCK.
I’m a twice-in-one-session kinda girl. I only really get warmed up the first time and really let lose on the second go. But once D is done the first time he gets hard again after about 10 or 15 minutes but often he can’t stay hard. So we’ll be going for it and then I’ll try and switch positions but before we can get going again it’s too soft to continue. For fucks sake! He’s only 23 and he’s having these ‘problems’ what’s it going to be like in 20 years?!?!?! I don’t know what to do. It’s not his fault and I know it’s not MY fault but it is soooooooooooo frustrating. I don’t know what to do. I get really shitty when it happens and he says sorry and then I have to stroke his ego by telling him it’s fine BUT I WANT TO GET FUCKED!!!
The additional problem is my pill. It's working in the sense that I don't get pregnant but it makes me emotional and moody. So most of the time I DON'T WANT TO HAVE SEX AT ALL. But then I'll want it real bad and can't get enough of it (See above). And all I want to do is EAT. JUNK. CONSTANTLY. So now I'm getting fat. So fat that I popped the button on my favourite jeans. My favourite jeans too. You know that metal button that rips a hole in the waistband when it pops? Yeah. FUCK!
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