OK it's official the only thing men want from me is a good fuck. To them I will never have anything more. The sad part is I keep on falling for it whenever I think I found the one. I let my guard down. Trust the guy and the he uses me. And after he's done getting his jollies he makes up some lame assed excuse or doesn't even bother to make one up at all and buggers off out of my life forever. From this moment on unless someone can truly convince me otherwise I will not believe in love -- it doesn't exist. It's just a fairy tale made up for fools. And to think I was just starting to trust people again. That's all shot to hell. I can never trust anyone even slightly ever again. It just isn't worth it.
