When I used to cry my eyes out over some douchebag that hurt me back in the day...I was secretly wishing that I'd become this cold-hearted bitch that could set aside my emotions and just sex it up, having fun. My friends were doing it...why couldn't I?
The Backseat of My Car
He grabbed the side of my face and put his other hand around my neck and moved in for the kill…only to move around like a sloppy fish…or like someone doing the electric head slide.
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