What happened to simple beauty? The way something could be adored and admired without being adapted to appeal to all of the public. The raw talent in someone’s voice without it being edited and mediated. The pure beauty of a face without it being pasted with make up and airbrushed. The mastery of a well fitting dress without it being copied repeatedly and pulled onto someone the entirely wrong shape. Pure beauty can still be attained, so why does no one allow it to be created.

Why do people not understand? If something is pleasurable why not do it? Why does everything have to have strings attached? This is what i adore about men; their capability to detach things from love and responsibility. Why can't everyone else be like that?

Part I

It is only when you are called "meddling whore" by someone you used to consider as one of your nearest friend do you realise that; you really are one. Therefore, my probably imaginary reader, I have decided to grow up and keep my mouth shut.

Part II

This, however, does not give anyone permission to brand m a 'slag' based on some common secondary-school rumour. Especially when said person has been invited to house parties i have thrown and never had one word said to hurt them.

Part III

If people want to brand me a 'slag'; let them! Only the petty can call someone such a spiteful, yet not offensive, name when the supposed 'slag' has not even lost her virginity.
Nevertheless, if people would like a 'slag' I will give them one. I will give them the nicest, friendliest, least meddling 'slag' they could ask for.

I swear last time I hecked the point of friendship is to know each other better than we know ourselves, or have I just misunderstood?

I like to think of myself as mature. However, when a sad, weird girl fucks with me; it is time to ditch the maturity and begin a gossip girl inspired destruction of said girl's social life.