Me, A Slut

Yup.. apparantly that's what someone thought of me. And u know something? I thought i'd care and be real upset bout it. But the fact was that I didn't. I accepted it. only question I asked was: When men go for variety they're Cassanovas. When women go looking why are they sluts?

Been thinking bout it. I don't believe in love anymore. I don't believe that anyone loves me enough to withstand my nonsense. That the people u love the most always have the ability to hurt u the most too.

And that humans are always selfish. They already have someone but they want u to be faithful to them. WTF? Or people sit on their moral high horses and judge you becos they never had the chance to live the life u're having. Or they're simply too afraid to. So they hide behind this shield of propriety.

So for the last time:

I am single.
I am passably presentable (haha)
I'm not looking for love.
I crave instant gratification.
I believe that a lot of temporary happiness creates an almost permanent situation.
I feel that i wanna settle down but i'm restless.
I believe that you never know till u try.
And most importantly, it's my life.

So if all that amounts to being a slut then yes I am one. Amen.