Dear My-only-friend-who-couldn't-stab-me-in-the-back-because-of-lack-of-arms-Diary,
Entry #1-Word Prostitute. Age-17 month-January day-9
I never wanted to be like this. But, what they say it makes it impossible not to. The good things they whisper in my ear. "You're perfect.". "You're beautiful", "I love you", "You're the only one who can make me feel like this." Things like that. But, when they say it the chill that goes down my back, the comfort I feel. I just want to embrace those moment's forever. But after it happens, after I make them feel good. I feel empty, I feel like a piece of paper that you throw away after using. But the worst thing is, I let people do it again and again. I never learn.
Those things that people say make me feel like I rule the world, like I'm the only girl he would ever want or need. I feel like a prostitute, but for words, for complements instead of money. Damn it! I'm so stupid, I should never of let that first boy make me feel good. Let that first boy whisper those first words of fake love.
Maybe, I should just say no. Maybe I should just avoid every boy who smiles at me. No. I'll never do it. One day I'll find that one guy, that makes me feel good once, and stay with me. No longer will I be the girl that a guy would meet after prom. From this moment forward, there won't be anymore so called friends calling me a slut behind my back.
So, listen up backstabbers. You're in a mighty fine position to kiss my ass. So, why don't you do that before you stab my back? Because at least I'll know you're about to gossip. Damn, if they could only here those words. Maybe, they would feel like I do. But then again, that could be a bad thing to have so many word prostitutes. That would mean bigger ego's for guys. Nope, that's a turn-off.
Alright, if you're a nice, sweet, hot, smart, funny, good kisser, romantic, bad-ass, sort of protective, tough, sporty, rich, likes to buy me shoes, kind of guy call me sometime, alright?
But then again, the more flaws, the more fun.
So, until next time this was Bebe Stevens. Who is NOT a slut. Just a word prostitute.(;
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