Sex, Lie, Manipulate

You said you got a vibrator and went off the pill as proof you don't want to have sex; don't want a man in your life. You got the vibrator to enhance your sex life and went on some other type of birth control. Why the trip to C'ville's Planned Parenthood with your mom? Why the reminders about the vibrator? Just lies to yourself until you believe them as truth.

The days you would call and say you weren't worth it were days after you fucked him again.

You, with the addictions, stop having great sex with a guy that lives a block away? Ya, right.

You tell me you've gone over to his place with a bottle of wine, got drunk, and crashed in his bed as just another example of men you've slept drunk with. And you tell me there is no reason to not trust you. Nobody on the planet would believe you didn't fuck.

You say a friend purchased the All Good ticket for you. When you say just "friend" it means it's either a direct lie and you purchased the ticket or it means a guy purchased the ticket for you. $150 for the ticket; I'm sure you're still fucking him.

You chase after him into a parking lot. Have your usual screaming match (some how being loud and crazy means you care really, really a lot) and tell me that he said he's starting to realize that you care about him. But you won't run after me because you've blown all your gas money on iTunes and alcohol. But you have all these great new people up there, surely one would have given you money. A good friend would have even driven you.

After just 2 months and only fucking him, you called him a best friend. The lies you tell yourself that you then live are so sad. Who were S., S., A., to you? Those were true friends that you could count on being there every time, all the time. And what was I? What's 10,000 fold above your new "best friend"?