Friends with benefits is a euphemism for fuck buddies....
Oh baby, there's never a benefit to fucking your friends :: they want the benefit of having you again and again - without you reaping the benefiit of reward or even payment!! and then it always gets possessive and confusing. You know it does.
I'm so cynical, & jaded :: mr.bitterly twisted
It ends up getting too complicated (says he who's going to the commitment ceremony of an ex, and will know at least 4 ppl I've had random encounters with, as well as the ex I'm still fuckn insanely in love with, but drove him away with my drugs n indecision). Not my finest moment.
wonder if he'll bring his current jump?! I'm such an emotional mess there's no way I'm managing this show sober .
who am I to judge, I'm taking a kid over half my age...
I'm feeling sick. maybe I should spin past the dealer first, then the gallery - yeah I'll wrap the present at the bar. I need a gin, but I'll have sum sushi, so I'm not trashed when I arrive.
This is what happens, kids :: when you confuse sex with love and fuck the benefits.
I am so making a mess of my life, high drama, with a craving for the high not the drama :: I should call my sponsor, ugh. I can't help myself :: what the fuck :: im dead soon anyway..)
I'm rambling, I'm in hunt mode. I hate my life.
Fuckity fuck.
Apologies.