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Jane posted at 9:00 PM
It was Wednesday. All I intended to do was to run an hour or two on the treadmill. Chuck, now my ex-boyfriend, had to call me from Hawaii, asking for a break up.
Fuck men. Well, no fuck the man who was together with me for four years only to cheat on me later on. I could not understand why Chuck had to do that to me. I gave him everything, especially my virginity. Wasn't my vagina good enough for him?
I never once achieved an orgasm when I was with him.
I did not enjoy having his penis in my throat and I absolutely did not enjoy having his tummy rubbed against mine every time we were doing it. Who needed Calvin anyway?
Except I used to need Chuck - I would tell him everything. My best girlfriends would even tease that we would end up getting married, in a glorious chapel with intricate tinted glass artwork. I even planned the colour of our bridesmaids' outfits - lilac, mint and aqua.
I only gave up my virginity as I was sure that he was the man I would be with for the rest of my entire life. That he would be the daddy who teaches the kids their first bicycle lesson and the same one who would drive us to church every Sunday.
Forgive me, Heavenly Father.
The television was showing some show with women protesting for their abortion rights. It made me sick. Thank god Calvin never came inside me. I would never go through an abortion - it's murder. Feminism is seriously, overrated.
I turned off the television. The only thing that would make me feel better was a raspberry-avocado shake. Also, The Beatles.
Man, I wished I was born in another era.
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