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Read the story of me and Number 19: The Lapdog.
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Do you remember The Lapdog? Well, he’s back… ish. And, as if things weren’t bad enough already, The Lapdog’s Girlfriend decided to join the party… ish. It’s been a fucking day of ex-related drama, my darlings, and I’m so damn tired of it.
Read MoreOne Ball has been and gone again. He’s gone back to his army base, a good two-hours drive away from where I live, and we’ve made no more plans to see each other for at least another four weeks. Four long and miserable weeks. I forgot just how much long-distance relationships sucked. As always, I slept perfectly for the entire time he was here. No nightmares, no random waking up in the middle of the night, just blissful rest and sleep. Well, it was almost blissful; there was one night…
Read MoreHe’s in my head again. The Lapdog, I mean. We’ve communicated recently, and I saw his girlfriend walking past earlier when I was outside work, having a quick smoke with my sister. It didn’t help that I came home and went through a bunch of files I have on my computer, coming across a few letters I’m pretty sure I never gave him. These were from before I started my blog, but I thought, rather than waste them, I should publish them. This one is dated May 13th, 2012: Hi,…
Read MoreSomething’s going on here, I’m not entirely sure what. My head is all over the place. I think I need to get it down in print to clear my head. It feels like I haven’t blogged in such a long time and I have so much to catch you up on. I warn you, peeps, this could turn into a really long blog post. We’ll start with the P-word. Period. It seemed like it’d been such a long time since I had a period, so I thought I’d better check…
Read MoreSoooooo, do you remember a blog post I shared a little while ago called I Miss My Twenties? Well, it seems that if you talk about ’em, they’ll pop up. And pop up he did … This blog post is dedicated to him. ***** You always seem to message me on Saturday nights. I’m guessing that’s because Saturday night was always our night. Everyone else would be out partying, but not us. We’d be sat in your car somewhere, talking shit, kissing, touching, listening to music. I’m listening to our…
Read MoreThe thing about not having sex with your boyfriend is the entire world seems to know about it. And no, it’s not because I told everyone. I only told you lot. I don’t know how they know, everyone else. But they know. They must do. There can’t be any other reason as to why every fuckboy in my past, and a few I haven’t even met yet, decided to enter my inbox during my eight-month stint of abstinence. All I wanted was Bear’s dick, but all I got was an…
Read MoreFun fact about this post: It’s been sat in my drafts for over two years. I didn’t know whether or not I wanted to publish something that featured a Class A drug so heavily and positively. But we’re all adults here, right? I did it, lived it, wrote about it … now I’m sharing it. Consider this your second content warning: this post goes into great detail about an NSFW night on MDMA (ecstasy), talking about it in a positive way. As a side note: I’ve been clean from all…
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