Emo Kid

I'm totally pathetic.
Seriously.
There is absolutely NO doubt about it.

I don't know.
I mean I'm okay with it for some time; then all of a sudden someone reminds me that I'm just a fucking SLUT and things just turn to shit.


Take today for example.
Perfectly fine morning.
I see him and I realize I'm just stupid for even thinking its possible.
For even letting those things cross my mind...
I know it'll never happen.
But a part of me just doesn't want to let it go.
A part of me wants to believe it can happen someday.
Not the big thing, but the little things like acknowledgement, eye contact, a simple "Hello."
The rational part of me, and by that I mean the voice in my head and the ones on either side of me, scream "GET OVER IT SLUT!"

I just don't know what to do with myself anymore.

Cum-Slut

Its pathetic how I can be pushed into this sign:



...blush uncontrollably, giggle like a school girl and nearly wet myself.

I need to work on certain "issues"
Can anyone say REHAB?

Who am I kidding?

I'm a fucking Cum-Slut
[Bitch: 12:09pm, Aug. 28, 2007]

I'll take what I can get, anywhere, anytime, anyway...

Slunt?

By now I'm almost sure you are wondering what in the world is this "Slunt" everyone is referring to is, well let me clear the air per se.
A Slunt is a cross between a Slut and Cunt
Simple as that.
Nevermind the little things like etymology and what not, all you need to worry about is its use.

Reader Beware:

This will be nothing more than an outlet for God knows what...
Nothing more than ramblings of a hateful Slunt with no life.

I don't intend to tackle world issues.
Not on a daily basis, that is.

This will be my testament to the fake plastic whore I despise with every fiber of my being. This will serve no other purpose.

I don't expect you to understand a word or see me as anything typical." said the Slunt modestly.

Genesis

In the beginning, God created a brazenly sexual and openly subversive half super bitch and half mega cunt who was able to scratch, scream and screw out an existence from the back woods of Deliverance amidst the fake plastic whores in rural South Texas.

With a rather unremarkable childhood and normal angst-ridden adolescence, all the while being able to mollify his obsessive complusive disorder into something unholy, this slut was soon able to open his eyes and see what the world really offered or rather lacked.
Soon the quiet desire for something more that beckoned him since birth got louder and louder, from this grew his unnatural and many say unholy desire for everything and anything real the world had to offer, when he himself was far from real.

This monster now watches the world go by pensively, critical and mainpulative of anything and everything that dare stand in his path toward the twisted version of happiness he has created.


Amidst all this, I was made into what I am today: a SLUNT