by Lisa Jo
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| Jmong Photography |
I’m just so fucking angry… and hurt. And I don’t know how to behave. I want to be a big baby and pout and sulk. I want to tell my tales of woe and misery from the comfort of my pity pot. I want to go radio-silent and ignore and become unresponsive. I want to punish. I want to hurt. I want to cry for days and not wash my face or hair. I want to do inappropriate things with inappropriate people and let someone – anyone – fuck my brains out until I don’t feel anything anymore.
I want to sizzle… and tempt… and seduce. And leave them standing there with their hard dicks pressed tight against their pants and never let them catch me.
And I want to be happy. I want to feel love. I want to be open and kind and honest. I want to glow with my own inner radiance and act in a way that is becoming and lovely and attractive.
Sleep will soon put today’s fight to rest. Who will I wake up with tomorrow? Whoever it is, I hope she’s smart enough to use a condom if she decides to fuck around.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
