The Ripped Soul

You know, school's crazy. Been going to school late the past few days, and have to run around the parade square. G teacher's a pain in the bum. "Next time, you better not be late for MY class." What the fuck you want me to do? I CAME LATE, I HAD TO RUN as PUNISHMENT. Fuck. So much for the phrase "better late than never". Never seems to be the better choice for Fridays if I'm late for school.

And the question everyone has posted to me.

"Is she still a virgin?"

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What do I say with all the rumours everyone knows about? I don't even know what's real and what's not.. and everyone's pressurising me to go ask her.

Sigh. But she's my friend. Friends don't do that or ask such questions just to satisfy another person's curiousity.

And furthermore, it's sick, just thinking about intruding in other people's love affairs and finding out whether or not they had fucked. So what if they fucked? You wanna know how it felt like? You wanna know if she enjoyed every little bit of it? Or what? You want tips from her? GO GET IT FROM CLEO and some other Women's magazine LAH COCKANADANS!

Sheesh.