Tuesday, August 21, 2007

confession

I date the worst kind of men. The cowardly, cheating, uncaring, self centered, perverted fools that sweep me off my feet. I swoon at their inattention. I drip for their filth. They are unavailable, don't want me, soulless devils and I love them.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

It sounds to me like something inside you is broken. Until it gets fixed, your continual mis-conception and primal adaptation towards non-fixable/available men will continue. The bad news is you seem like a person who believes in the term "SOUL MATE". This is a myth. A pre-fabricated term probably made up by the greeting card companies to sale more I love you cards. The good news is, out there are hundreds even thousands of people who despight all their flaws, hold the capability to make you happy. Self loathing dampins the spirits ability to recognize itself in another. Be happy the sun rose this morning. Be happy knowing that you get another day to try and become a better human being. All the other shit in your life will fall into place once you achieve personal enlightenment.