No More

Yeah well, like every other little prick in the world, Anton turned out to be another slimy twat who was only after one thing...All the shit about 'I respect you' 'i understand you', 'I'll give you time'...same as all the rest...ten minutes later...'Hey do you know any hotels round here we can spend some time in?' On a wednesday afternoon, like I'm some sort of english whore. I don't fucking think so.

They are all exactly the same, thats all they want, sex, sex sex, all they have on their fucking pea sized brains. I'm sick of being treeated like I don't fucking matter and like I'm just a piece of skirt to use and throw away when they can't be arsed with me any more.

No more...men arre utter pieces of shit and I don't want anything more to do with them.

Especially not lying slimy, fuck heads like anton.

And what makes it even sicker..I think he actually liked me too... And I explained maybe four times that I wasn't ready for any big romance, didn't want to get too involved...wanted friendship more than anything else, and he still kept pushing me and pushing me.

I had 5 missed calls in half an hour from him while I was at my course on wednesday night, even tho I'd told him I didn't finish til nine and I was going straight home to bed cos I was tired after being ill..He's not rung since, and I have not intention of ringing him either, he can find some other lonely english girl to try and seduce with his big brown eyes. Fucker.

I'm sick of being used for sex by two faced, lying ass holes, whon promise friendship or love and then fuck you off in favour of the the next, prettier model to come along.

I'm sick of being treated like shit. And of loving people who blatantly don't love me.

I'm sick of two timing scum who seem to think it's ok to plan their lives to try and keep two women on the go...thats not aimed at you G. That was one thing you never did...

I'm sick of having to self justify my choices... They're my fucking choices...why should I need to justify them to myself???

I'm really really fucking angry now, and the worst thing about it all, is that I've only got my self to blame, I am only able to be angry with myself for making the same mistakes over and over again, and falling in love with the wrong damned people over and over and over.

Except maybe Joey, she doesn't fit into that category...I don't know what category she does fit into...I'd like to find out someday if I get the chance.

And hey you know what...getting drunk and ranting really doesn't solve anything, it really doesn't make you feel anybetter, it just means your drunk, and in the morning you just feel like crap cos you were drunk, and will probably end up deleteing this post as mindless drivel.

I fucking hate men..they're all shit heads all dick and no fucking brains.

Apologies to anyone who's reading this if a you're a nice man with a brain, seeing a nice man with a brain, or married to one. That'll be all three of them then. All three of the straight ones anyway. Hold on to them.