The Ripped Soul

I'm tired. But what of?

I don't know. Or maybe I do, but just can't say anything. Because of this being a blog that dozens of eyes see. Because of more confrontations. Because of more suicidal tendencies. Because of more friendships to be broken.

Because of promises.

Because its her mistake. And since it's already done, it can't be undone.

And the sickening thought that I goddamn care when I don't have a need to. It's not like its gonna be my kid or I'm the one that got fucked. Yet. Still fucking care. WHY, DAMMIT?

Sigh..

Some trend, huh? At the rate this is going, people might as well be bare and naked and go hump every other thing that moves in or out the house.

Amusing really. When you're so young and still have that innocence of a child, you look down upon premarital sex and say you'll never do anything like that, or get associated with people who do it. And when you're of age, it's a completely different thing and suddenly its a TRENDY thing to do.

See? I don't know why this matter angers me so much.. I shouldn't even be angry right? Its not even my damn body anyway.

And so much for not wanting to blog it. I already did. SIGH.