keys to the ivy league

like seriously, everyone.
my roommate and best friend (with another close friend so that counts as two), most of my close friends back home, my favorite fuck buddy from back home, my ex-boyfriend. everyone. everyone but me. and valentine's day is coming up and you know how badly my valentines days have been. the forecast for this year isn't looking much better. and now, as i type this, i'm getting lectured from my favorite fuck buddy friend with benefits from back home who happens to be one of my closest friends from back home on how i shouldn't sleep with guys i like.

like fuck man. and my ex is dating a girl born in 1994. that means she is 16 turning 17 this year. he's 20. that's fucking disgusting. but hey, it's a freaking relationship. something i've only had one of. i'm losing it. i'm losing the memory of what it feels like. and that's terrible.

i don't know how to talk to guys. i don't know how to date guys. i only know hooking up. i only know sex. when did i become that girl?

i'm so damn lonely again. ksdfjskdjghakjdghakd.