Teenage angst

To be honest. I havn't written as all I could have said would depress anyone. I have been a complete state of sadness, I blame it on my p-pills. 

And that Joy Division now seems to prioritise me just under "change lightbulb in storage room" and "hoover behind the refrigerator". 

It tears my confidence.

And evidently. Everyhting else goes wrong, for example, my sexy car is seriously broken.

Moreover I meet the hottest guy. Albeit a bit to young. But stunning. 

And I completely ruin all my chances there - Dramatically over-intoxicated I could not remember much. Anyhow it seems to have traumatised the poor boy. 

I have probably done one of the following things, or all of them

1. Dug my fingernails into his back

2. Told him to fuck me hard

3. Had scary nightmares

Add to that he had to do the worst walk of shame ever. Especially sad since when he did try to leave at night, but the irrational Sway wouldn't let him. 

So now I have failed with two hot blonde boys within ridiculously short interval. Angst and sad times.

So not a Femme Fatale at the moment..