I'm A Slut.

I’m also a side girl. Pathetic enough to fall for someone who already has a girl friend. Just waiting for him to realize what he can have and when he does I will give up my slutty ways for him, why because I am capable of loving someone.

I’m also a side girl. Pathetic enough to fall for someone who already has a girl friend. Just waiting for him to realize what he can have and when he does I will give up my slutty ways for him, why because I am capable of loving someone.

(Source: thelifeofasidegirl)

If being open to meeting new people and making new experiences and memories makes me a slut, then in that case, I’M A SLUT.

—Me

Confessions of a slut #1- Introduction

Hi, I’m a slut. Yes, a slut. Am i proud of it? NO. It is what it is. Because I’m a female I’m a slut and get negative shit for what i do but if i was a guy I’d be a player and get praised. STUPID FUCKING STEREOTYPES. 

This is my story, and I’m sure all you other sluts out there have a story too.

First off, My mother completely controlled my life. She was so overprotective BUT she couldn’t control my life outside of home. What happened at school, the friends i made, while she wasn’t at home, that was my chance to actually live.

Basically as a little girl i was a little tom boy but not all super tom boy but enough so that the boys weren’t afraid to talk to me. I always made guy friends easier than girls.

So i got my first “boyfriend” in the 4th grade, ever since then boys were my weakness. I always dreamed of true love, that kind in the movies, the kind that my grandparents have, that endless love. 

After my first one i couldn’t stop, yes obviously it wasn’t a real relations ship, it was elementary school.

I continued having these boyfriends, throughout elementary school til middle school. It was guy after guy. Kinda silly kid stuff though. Like they would be my boyfriend for a day then we would break up, but there were those few that actually lasted or there were those few that we would break up and get back together break up and get back together. Silly? Yes i know.

Then high school came along and I wanted something real, that’s when I met the infamous “first love”. Basically that was just a train wreck in a nut shell. He broke me into a million pieces. I gave him everything. Even my virginity, except for the fact that he never actually broke my hie men so technically i was still a virgin. 

Then I met the bad boy I could never have, the one that you love, and you know he loves you too but he just doesn’t know how. Well me and him were on and off. When we were official, it was always fighting and just bad, then when weren’t official it was like we were perfect for each other. Makes no sense but yea. So we decided no matter what he would always be my sancho, and i would always be his sancha<3 He eventually moved back to his home town, and well in April of 09’ He died in a motorcycle accident. It was right before his 17th Birthday, It was horrible. In between all of this I had started dating my baby’s daddy in 08’. 

Yes, I have a child. Basically these were three guys that i have mentioned were the only one that have ever really mattered to me. I had boyfriends in between but nothing like i had with them. 

So started dating baby daddy in 08. I got pregnant in 09 &had my daughter in 2010. Me and him stayed together through everything. You would think, he would be the one right? Ehh our relationship wasn’t exactly my fairy tale. He completely cut me off from my friends. He basically became my life. I didn’t or couldn’t do anything without him. He made me believe that he was the only one that would ever love me. That i could never leave him.

I finally got my first job at a grocery store, that’s when i got a taste of the “real” world. Apparently lots of guys found me attractive especially Mr. Married. Me and him had some kind of weird chemistry. We constantly flirted, we both had this insane attraction for each other and eventually he kissed me and it went all down hill from there. 

That’s the moment i became a slut. That’s the moment everything changed for me. That’s the moment i realized, I could actually leave and go have fun and date and do what i want with who i want and just let loose. So that’s exactly what i did. 

I finally moved out of baby daddy’s house and moved in with my cousin and her boyfriend. Since then I have basically been the biggest slut in the world. I just cant help myself. I feel like i was trapped for so long that i just wanna make up for lost time and experience as much as i can. 

So excuse me for being a slut. I have a story. I have feelings. I am the way i am because I’ve been hurt so many times that I feel nothing anymore. I just wanna mess around and have some fun in my life. Can you blame me?