Meow yourself to the car

Well shit.
That's about all I can even say anymore. I totally keep fucking stuff up and I have no hope of anyone loving me. So, shit. What am I supposed to do? I've been totally ruined by the people around me. In just the past year, I've lost so much confidence, lost so many friends, so much self worth... People just act shitty to me. It doesn't help either that people don't even bother with me unless they want something from me. And even then, they're jackasses about it.
I'm at my wit's end trying to please people. Especially men because it just really isn't worth it. They all treat me just as something to fuck. And it's irritating. I mean, I know I shouldn't be so easy, but I really am respectable but obviously, I'm wrong about that. And it's not even that whoever had their cock in my last is mean to me. But I only exist when their cock is in me. That's pretty degrading. Even guys I don't know just ignore me. I mean, I get no acknowledgment from anyone. And why the fuck? I'm not ugly. I'm pleasant to everyone. I don't know. I;m just not ever going to be good enough for anyone. I knew when I fucked it up with Chris that that was the end.
I'm crying now. Fuck this.

"they took away the tiger and left a
pussycat
as you meow yourself to your car and
get the fuck out of
there."

stressed

stressed about moving, packing, cleaning, working, school, men, friends, habits, getting hit by other cars, exes, etc, etc, etc, and that I'm not good enough.

Grrrwollll mutha fuckaaa

To an Inconstant One

I LOVED thee once; I'll love no more—
Thine be the grief as is the blame;
Thou art not what thou wast before,
What reason I should be the same?
He that can love unloved again,
Hath better store of love than brain:
God send me love my debts to pay,
While unthrifts fool their love away!

Nothing could have my love o'erthrown
If thou hadst still continued mine;
Yea, if thou hadst remain'd thy own,
I might perchance have yet been thine.
But thou thy freedom didst recall
That it thou might elsewhere enthral:
And then how could I but disdain
A captive's captive to remain?

When new desires had conquer'd thee
And changed the object of thy will,
It had been lethargy in me,
Not constancy, to love thee still.
Yea, it had been a sin to go
And prostitute affection so:
Since we are taught no prayers to say
To such as must to others pray.

Yet do thou glory in thy choice—
Thy choice of his good fortune boast;
I'll neither grieve nor yet rejoice
To see him gain what I have lost:

-Sir Robert Ayton

Stardog Champion

Have fun, stay single.

He prayeth best, who loveth best

No one is capable of understanding that I am incapable of being in a relationship. I don't know why that's so hard to get but apparently it is. I absolutely love the idea of dating and marriage and all that, but when it comes down to it, I am so unprepared for any type of commitment that's it actually laughable. Like, I tell people that going into a relationship and it's always, "no, I've got it. It won't be like that this time." But it always is. Always.

As the common denominator, I think I know the situation best. Sadly.

I so so so so so so so can tell when you lie!

I'm not retarded, thanks. I can't stand anything more than someone who lies to me, actually. The thing is, people take advantage of it because I won't call them out on it, but I know they're doing it. Ugh, and then try to act like nothing is going on by being SUPER nice. Fuck that noise. I ain't stoopid.