I've been in far too many shitty situations this summer as far as boys go. So much that I'm starting to think that there's something wrong with me.

Am I better than this?

Reality

Nothing irritates me more than when I start to talk about something going on in my life and the person I'm confiding in completely disregards what I'm saying and starts talking about themselves slash something else. This is why I keep things to myself, this is exactly why. Because I swear this happens to me with everyone. Everyone.

I rarely bring up my problems anyway, but even when I do I instantly regret it because I know no one really cares anyway.

My views and opinions have changed so much since last year, it's shocking. Sometimes I feel as though I'm becoming more negative as I get older, when really I know that I'm just being realistic.

I want to cry but I won't let myself because I feel stupid doing so, knowing that it won't do me any good.
I keep all of my feelings, thoughts, emotions bottled up and eventually it's all going to explode in my (or some other poor victim's) face but I don't know what to do because no one could possibly understand what is going through my head. And even if they could, I don't have the words to explain any of it.

I used to wonder how I turned out so normal, going through the horror that I did with the way my father treated my mom and my parents' divorce and such. I used to be thankful that I didn't turn out to be some fucked up crack addict or something. Well, no crack for me, but I do seem to be fairly fucked up.

This is my downfall. I blame my childhood for who I am. I blame my past for my lack of affection with everyone, EVERYONE, especially my mom. I blame my past for my unwillingness to open up to anyone. This is what has caused me to feel so alone, so closed off from everyone else, absorbed in my own thoughts.

I thought I was going somewhere with this but I guess not. My mouth tastes like beer and I'm tired and rambling.

I'm that girl

the one who doesn't know how to open up and avoids sharing her emotions
the one who only has physical affection to make her feel loved

shit, I'm that girl
how did I get this fucked up?

At first I was all "blah blah blah, emotions, blah" but then I realized that sex > emotions at this point in my life.

The ache of wanting what you absolutely cannot have.