book, slut

I buy books to compensate every bit of bad things I feel. I cannot exactly gather what made me feel bad this time nor if there’s something I felt bad about in the first place. All I know is that I was only supposed to go to the female restroom when I found myself paying for three bargain books: two from Emily Wharton and one from John Le Carre (which increased my JLC collection to 11).

While on a nap on the way home, I had a raunchy semi-dream about him and I’m now thinking if all of this is just a chemical response of my body to something that’s otherwise experienced by women my age, not necessarily the kind of feeling I so worked up myself to think that I feel. That my fixation with him, imagined or otherwise, says something about my restraint, because I’m not that much of a slut to think of it with just anyone. It’s unfair to think of him that way alone when he supposedly has a personality that I adore. Now I don’t know what to think anymore. Maybe I’m just a slut, the silent kind, after all.

4 thoughts on “book, slut

  1. ^ maybe binigyan ko nga lang ng dahilan…regardless sa feeling, parang im pooping money kakabili. at nahawa na nga pala ako jan sa DVD addiction mo. kasalanan mo ito.

    uy man whore. eh ‘in a relationship’ ka naman eh. ako hindi. may level pa rin na justified ang ‘whorish’ thoughts mo, ako hindi.

    then again, WALA PALA AKONG PAKIALAM. baket nanghihingi ba ako sa inyo ng kinakain? hahaha!

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