Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Several mornings after, she confesses... What you have to realise is, I'm not the one who does this. I've never been her. Never been the one who wakes up hungover as hell in someone else's bed, their limbs tangled around my own, and wondered 'what the fuck was I thinking?' Never been the one to walk home in a daze, only to be replaced by a mild sense of panic and realise that I have no frame of reference to deal with this. Never been the one who walks to the chemist a block away in case anyone sees me, just on the miniscule chance that something went wrong with the precautions we drunknely used. I have about as much idea of what I'm doing right now as I did then. He's probably told someone. Probably quite a lot of someoness, he seems the type. The past few weeks have been so insane, the kind of pressure I used to relieve with the sharp point of scissors gouging into my skin, or my fingers down my throat. Looks like I've found another way to hurt myself. Because, you see, I'm just not the kind of girl who has sex with men. And I really have no idea what I was thinking in that gin-fuelled haze on Friday night. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower