Sanguine

I don't know why I feel like used kleenex... and then I do...

I love how he can use me,sleep with me when it suits him, get angry about the fact that I bring up his past lies to me.. and then talk about the life he's building with his frigid girlfriend....

I love how I still let it happen..

I love how I always go back to my other Mr.Man of the past 3 years... who doesn't love me... but I love him... and it pushes friends away that I go back to spending the occasional night with him...

I love how I can get male attention... but not male affection...

I love how I can stay single for so long... and watch friends wander into their worlds of unity.

I love how I can get laid... and yet still sleep alone.

I love how I get so eager to please.. and want to be every man's fantasy... which is so not in the realms of reality.

I love how I feel like a freak in the box.

I love how I feel like a mammoth compared to other women.

I love how I feel so asinine.

I love how every person I develope an attraction for.. feels the complete opposite of what I do. I think it's a hidden talent.

I love how I feel so untalented.

I love how sleep makes the world a miraculous place.

I should sleep.