Am I Turning Into One of THOSE Girls?
Histrionic diary entries, angsty yearbook scrawlings, and really bad poetry brought back from teenagerhood and the other side of cool. Dates may be omitted and names may have been changed, but rest assured these are legit.
Diary Entry from Feb. 11, ’02 (post college)
“Dammit, it just keeps getting worse I’m definitely not in a good place right now. I’m unemployed and I know I should be using this time to better myself, but I’m just fucking paralyzed. I sleep 12 hours a day, I smoke a pack a day, and I do absolutely nothing between that. I sleep around too much- something in me makes me think that sleeping with them on the 3rd date means we can start our relationship sooner. And because I’m not doing anything, I’ve got WAY too much time to obsess over the fact that I’ve slept with a lot of guys but never had really GOOD sex. Am I turning into one of those girls?”