liz_marie1222

Well, Asshole boy apologized, but I still don't feel right about everything. I know he only apologized because his roomies told him to and he just wants to make sure his guaranteed source of pussy is still available.

I must admit that since he apologized I want to run over and cuddle up in his bed and sleep. Since I feel that way I honestly don't know the nature of our relationship. I don't want to go out with him, and I don't care if he's with other people, but I do enjoy sleeping and cuddling with him alot....So it's more than sex, I guess it's all of the physical intimacy that I enjoy with him.

It makes me sad to think about giving that up, but I think that I have to. I mean I can't honestly view myself as anything if I allow one of my friends to disrespect me as a person like that all the time. So it will be hard but I will try.

I know it seems that I make a big deal out of everything, but I am like a sick, love-starved puppy. Anyone willing to give me the attention I want/need I am willing to take it, even if that means I am sacraficing my self-respect. What the fuck would Freud say that was caused by? Some deep love from my father that I never got or something? HAHA...Freud was a fucking psycho, sometimes some of what he says makes sense and other times you wonder why he was such a perverted fuck.

I will leave you with a story that I IM'd to my friend the other day.

Once upon a time there was a dog, and his name was Fred. Fred was always a little upset that his parents named him Fred due to the fact that the name was so common. Someone would yell, "Hey, Fred, over here!" and he would look only to find that it was another dog named Fred. This saddened Fred deeply as he did not have many friends at all. Since he did not have many friends whenever he heard a fellow dog call his name, he perked up and started to wag his tail, only to find the the dog was not talking to him at all.

He cursed his parents for putting him in a predicament like this. So, one day Fred decided that he was going to change his name. So he marched his doggy poop stained ass down to the courthouse to legaly change his name once and for all. However, what Fred did not realize was that the courthouse was run solely by humans. There was no place for the average dog to run to if he wanted to change his name.

Fred plopped down and started to cry. What kind of world did he live in? One that would not allow a dog to change his name just because he was a different species.

Just then, Fred heard a couple sniffles from around the corner. He walked over an saw an ugly, mangy cat bent over in sorrow. Trying hard to resist his doggy urge to chase and bite the cat, he asked, "What's wrong?"

"I...am..ugly...and...I...(hiccup) wanted plastic surgery...(sniffle) but I'm a cat!" The cat burst into tears again. Fred sat and thought about this for a minute. This poor cat was in the same predicament as he was. Discriminated against just because they were not human. This was something Fred would not stand for. So Fred patted the cat on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry little one, this will not ever happen to you again." The days of animals being of lesser importance than humans was going to stop!

Fred leapt off the sidewalk and on to the street. He was on a mission. it was time for animals to unite! A strike back agains humanity for all the pain and oppression they had caused. Fred knew he now had a mission, there was more pep in his step, a big determined smile was spread across his face. He stepped into the new world that would no longer oppress him and BAM! His body flew in the aire and hit the pavement with a THUD. Fred was dead. The lesson here is, no matter what your mission in life, no matter how important your role...make sure you watch out for cars when you cross the street.
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