He just wants sex. He doesn’t care about you.
Those words have been running around in my head for two days now. Thank you, Friend. As if I didn’t already feel uncertain enough. I can always count on you to bring me down even more. Awesome.
With that being said, I know you’re partially right. And that’s what pisses me off the most. It’s disappointing. It’s so totally not what I want. Not what I need. Not what I asked Santa for.