What an unbelievable weekend. Fucking unbelievable. I got the bruises and scars and limping to prove it. Do not allow me near men who are willing to fight a girl. I have a death wish. I will fight them and I will end up injured and no, I will not fucking give up even when every piece of my body is crushed and aching. Call it a Napolean complex of sorts or just call me plain stupid, but I enjoy the wrestling, the entaglement, and the pain that comes along with the rush. But today I am paying. I can hardly get up out of my chair. Crack. Crack. Crack. The excellent hugging and other such activities afterwards definitely hindered the healing process. I wasn't about to give up the loving any more than I would give up the chance for a whipping.
I started out super happy today. Quickly my mood it deteriorates. There's no reason really, except that I can barely move and that I'm jealous as hell. I'm jealous of everyone and I despise such disgusting jealousy. I despise myself today. I am undeserving.
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