Confirmation, once again, that I should just stop putting forth any kind of effort. For trying just does not work out so very fantastically.
Confirmation that I apparently have the sex drive of some kind of animal. Like a rabbit. "Fuck like a rabbit" anyone?
I really need to get laid.
Yes. I do realize that this post is out of my usual style.
Shrug. Shit happens. Been one of those days. Thusly, I do not care if you are happy or not.
I would also like to note that since one or two people occasionally wonder onto my page, no one is going to read this. So it doesn't matter if I sound like myself or not.
Learn this. There are many facets to the Ophelia whose mind you are crawling around within. You will see them as time passes. For I am not always a strong-willed, independent, level-headed woman. Sometimes I am a scared little girl. Sometimes I am vulnerable. Sometimes I am just pissy and in need of a good fuck.
Always,
Ophelia.
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