Entry:

The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense. Reality also in which, when you stop believing in it, doesn't go away. I'm not crazy about reality, but it's still the only place to get a decent meal. Reality bites.

Sex bites. Most of the time it's pretty damn great, but of course, when you do it for a living, it's unexciting. Sex. In America a fixation. In other parts of the world a fact.

Walking back bites. After running away numerous times, I've decided to run back. Of course I made a total ass of myself. When you know you've done something wrong or extremely rash, you can't seem to look whoever you did it to in the eye. But when you get stung by a bee, you have to get rid of the stinger. So that's what I did; I got rid of all the stingers on my conscience.

"Craig-"

"Don't say anything."

He just opened the door wider and walked away. I went out every night for my job and came back home; we didn't even look at each other. It continued on like this for about a week and a half. I was coming home and this guy just walked up of me. He grabbed my purse. I had no chance; 98 pounds against 234 pounds? But out of the blue Craig came by and totally saved my ass. He grabbed my arm and drove me back to his place.

We didn't say anything to each other. I felt the urge to say or do something. So I did.

"Thanks."

He didn't say anything, but walked up to me and kissed me. It wasn't just a sweet little peck, but an extraordinary, passionate, and spectacular kiss. It was everything you could want in a kiss and more. Sparks could've been going off; that's how great it was. But maybe someone should've kept their mouth shut and someone else keep something in their pants.

For the next two weeks I felt sicker than a dog. I went to the doctor, but they said nothing was wrong. The next morning I went to the pharmacy. This possibility hadn't came to mind until I watched a pregnant lady walk. Fuck, I thought.

I purchased a pregnancy test and followed the instructions. Blue. For a second I didn't do anything, but then I slid to the ground and cried. I avoided Craig for the next two days. Soon enough I finally worked up some audacity to talk to Craig. But whenever this happens, nothing good comes from it. Luckily enough I didn't get pregnant again, but my heart was shot with diminutive, razor-sharp knives.

Three, deep breaths were inhaled before walking up the stairs to the apartment. I turned the corner. I paused for a second, before walking some more. That's when it happened. Craig was standing there with another girl; sharing the same incredible kiss with another girl. My heart skipped a couple of beats. I turned back around and headed back down the stairs. I thought things were going smoothly, but boy was I wrong.

With so much happening, the only thing I could do was get an abortion. Some people would think that's a cruel thing, but that's easier said than done. I headed down to the hospital for my consult with the doctor.

"You do realize there are other options?" She sounded concerned but I go for it.

"Yes, I do."

"What about adoption-"

"Look, I know there are just so many other options, but I can't do it. I have a job. This job requires me not to be pregnant. This is the only thing I can do. So you can sit there and disagree and not approve of me, but it doesn't matter. My mind is not changing." She didn't say anything for a moment, but then asked what day I was free.

I didn't rush home. When I finally reach Craig's, he was acting all happy and cheery.

"Hey Ellie! Want to catch a movie tonight?"

"Go to hell." I walked into my room and laid on the bed. I thought was hidden from Craig, but he found me.

"What is going on!"

"What's going on is that I'm pregnant and your out making out with other women!"

"Stop, rewind, pause! You're pregnant?"

"Not for long!"

"Your getting an abortion!"

"I thought you loved me!"

"It was a one night-"

"Don't say it, Craig! I'll love you once; I'll love twice; I'll love you three times, but for once can you love me!"

"Get out!"

"What-"

"Get the hell out of my house!"

Without even thinking, I left.

Sex, condoms, and pregnancy officially suck. Condoms aren't completely safe, though. A friend of mine was wearing one and got hit by a bus. Did you know that? If only Craig got hit by a bus. Men get laid, but women get screwed.