and you didn;t care that i knew what you were doing
9:40 a.m.

What is wrong with you? I'm here. I'm real, and warm, and alive and I'm right here. I have nothing but love and adoration for you. I'm willing to do anything to please you. I'm right fucking here in front of you...but you're too much of a fucking fool to notice. I would stay with you forever, and I intend on staying with you as long as possible despite the fact that I am being ignored. I just can't believe my eyes. I can't believe that I watched you get up and leave me lying on your bed in my underwear...you got up practically midsentence...you kissed my stomach and then jumped up and for what?

To beat off in the other room while watching internet porn.

I've never been so insulted, or humiliated in my whole life.

But you're the one with the problem, not me. I'm here, dammit. I guess I'm just not as exciting to you as two-dimensional fake breasts and "hot, underage, anal action".

That's so sad...it's pathetic. And I refuse to feel as worthless as you made me feel lying on that bed...I refuse to feel that low.

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