Boobs and Boyfriends

I keep telling myself that I don't want a boyfriend until I get my boobs done. But then I roll around in my bed at night feeling totally alone rejected. I feel really self conscious when guys that I date grab my boobs and get a handful of regret. They soon realize 1. They aren't as full as my bra appears to make them and 2. My breast are really nothing more than a handful of skin. One of the pitfalls of losing a mass amount of weight I guess.

I just get really uncomfortable and pray they move their hands elsewhere.

I think this is way I'm 20 and haven't been in a serious relationship - read a relationship period. I came close last year but was swiftly dumped the week I intended on doing the dirty deed. I really liked him too.

However that is a whole nother tale of fail.

I mean apart from the whole butterflies in the stomach and feeling like you could never eat another thing and other lovey dovey crap relationships create, it's like at the end of the day I am just dying to be fucked.

2009 is the year I'm losing my virginity damn it.

It Only Took A Few Years

After years of writting on scraps of paper, and nagging from my brother, I have finally started my blog.

Hmm.