noboyfriend

Noboyfriend, noboyfriend, noboyfriend noboyfriend.

That wasn't sposed to be the end product.

Fuck. I deserved better.

I deserved better than this business of "Oh, Miep! You should slut around and pretend to be stupid, and then maybe one of them could be convinced to put his penis in you!"

Seriously. I deserved better than that.

I deserved better than the taunting, goading people with permanent sex partners.

I deserved better than their ongoing competition. They have fuckers! I do not. Thus, all of the potential fuckers belong to all of those boys and girls.

That's the way it has been for so long.

Until I threw them all away.

Goodbye, loser asshole competitive mean pseudo-friends.

Goodbye, goodbye.

I have no fucker. But I'm done with the competition, the taunting.

Bite me, all of you loser mean-spirited assholes. May you all rot in hell.

May you all rot in hell for doing a good job of making it even more difficult for me, to find a fucker.

A boyfriend.

An anything.

May you rot in hell for working so hard to try to break my ability to trust anyone, at all.

May you rot in hell.