I don’t see what’s the point of telling your life for two hours to a complete stranger, kiss him and make out like you’re the last two men on earth, if in the end you don’t even intend to trade phone numbers with him. I know I’m old fashioned and I’m so naive and I’m not of this world. Of course, the one who really lost his time tonight was the one who spent two hours listening with attention (silly me) to the other having a free psychoanalysis session. But it so happens that I’m not of the talkative kind, so I tend to let this kind of situation linger.
I think I should definitely stop doing aries(es?), it’s bad for my health.
I think I should definitely stop doing men, it’s bad for my health. Yeah, right.
This life and this world bug me. It’s the second time in a row I get the big making-out then bye. All I’m asking is that boys who are only after sex (not that it never happens to me) don’t French-kiss me that way.
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