No I’m not fucking alright.
I’m exausted and sexually frustrated and streesed out and sober and pissed off.
Does that sound alright to you?
Fuck off.

I had cake batter ice cream with butterscotch topping.

Why?

Because it’s looking like that’s the closest I’m going to get to sex for awhile.

I don’t understand why this has to be so difficult

It’s starting to look like my boyfriend did not cheat on me.

And that the girl who says that they had sex back in January was just a girl who kept blacking out and made some assumptions when trying to piece together her night.

Because my boyfriend didn’t even get very drunk, he had just gotten a tattoo.

And the way she told me it happened, as in what led up to it, didn’t happen. 

Because one of the other people she had involved in that event confirmed that wasn’t true.

And then when I asked her a simple question like, did it happen before or after the Phi Tau party?

She didn’t even know. If you can specifically ”remember” the events leading up to the sex, you should remember a really loose detail like if it happened before or after a different party.

And then my best friend told me that when this bitch told her that she had slept with my boyfriend, she said it didn’t even sound convincing. As if she couldn’t really be sure of it.

No one is off the hook yet.

He could still be a cheater.

But I am optimistic.

P.S. Jon— Do not say ANYTHING about this to mom and dad. I don’t need them hating him for something that might not have happened.

forihavelied:

At first I was like:

And then I panicked like:

Then I stopped and thought how she ruined my life:

Then the rage for the whore hit me:

My mom walks in and I’m like:

I could message her now and be like:

Or hunt her down and just be like:

But then I remember promising I wouldn’t start anything to my Fiance: