M
I heard you that you like the bad girls.
What would be world's biggest source of problems? In my opinion this devious thing is nothing else but love.
After being dumped, I was drinking heavily. Somewhere between my adventures my squad and I met a group of guys (we will call the Squad 1.2) and they actually liked us with all our let's say promiscuous actions. One of my friends let's call her T started fancying one of those boys who will be called V.
So where am I going with this?
I like him too. And I mean really like because I had had the biggest crush on him for 2 years (before I became bad).
T is, so to say, good girl and let's be honest she isn't exactly the prettiest doll in the doll house. In other words she isn't visually attractive. Or any kind of attractive, actually. Maybe I'm saying that because we like the same guy and I see it as a competition, but my point of view might clarify this whole situation.
On the other hand, V has the body of a Greek god and face of an angel. And... He likes bad girls. Obviously I would be the logical choice, you know it, I know it, he knows it, everybody knows it.
So where is the problem? Why don't I climb that like a tree?
1) She called dibs first
2) She isn't the toughest girl out there
3) She would hate me
Should I make a sacrifice of my own heart in order to see her happy for a night or should I sell her out for my chance for love?
It is a tough choice, but we are all going out tomorrow and maybe then I will know what should I do. Wish me luck.
ponedjeljak, 15. lipnja 2015.
utorak, 9. lipnja 2015.
Chapter 1.2
A
How do I put this nicely? You know that girl that does random hookups and drinks way toooo much and you think to yourself "Omg she should just stop"
Well yeah I'm that girl. Did I want to beee one? NO! Do I regret being one? Sometimes. But I think I should tell you why did I become this Party girl you love and hate.
It all started cos of a boy (typical girl stuff). He was my first love and then he broke my heart. The first year I was doing fine,regular girl failing math. Then summer came and we got back together and than he broke my heart again. It all started then. I started drinking and I was trying to find him in other guys...
How do I put this nicely? You know that girl that does random hookups and drinks way toooo much and you think to yourself "Omg she should just stop"
Well yeah I'm that girl. Did I want to beee one? NO! Do I regret being one? Sometimes. But I think I should tell you why did I become this Party girl you love and hate.
It all started cos of a boy (typical girl stuff). He was my first love and then he broke my heart. The first year I was doing fine,regular girl failing math. Then summer came and we got back together and than he broke my heart again. It all started then. I started drinking and I was trying to find him in other guys...
Chapter 1.1
M
All of my life I was know as that girl. I was that girl who drinks too much. I was that girl who kisses too much. All around I was that girl. Well, I still am. What you're about to read aren't confessions of the good girl. You are about to read confessions of some other kind; confessions of a party girl and what lies underneath it all.
Let me start at the very beginning.
Once upon a time there was a happy and naive little girl, young M as you know her. She was mistreated, to put it softly. As days gone by, she was getting colder and colder, led by betrayal of everyone she ever loved. Soon she found a friend of a different kind and his name was cognac. She met all of his friends who loved her and God knows she loved them back. That's how she met her human friends, and enemies. Or should I say, that's how I met all of my friends, more or less.
All of my life I was know as that girl. I was that girl who drinks too much. I was that girl who kisses too much. All around I was that girl. Well, I still am. What you're about to read aren't confessions of the good girl. You are about to read confessions of some other kind; confessions of a party girl and what lies underneath it all.
Let me start at the very beginning.
Once upon a time there was a happy and naive little girl, young M as you know her. She was mistreated, to put it softly. As days gone by, she was getting colder and colder, led by betrayal of everyone she ever loved. Soon she found a friend of a different kind and his name was cognac. She met all of his friends who loved her and God knows she loved them back. That's how she met her human friends, and enemies. Or should I say, that's how I met all of my friends, more or less.
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