Sometimes I really wonder if I had like killed someone in my past life or did something ridiculous that I'm being punished in this life for... 

All shit broke loose last week.

Fucking boy problems, friendship issues, frigging petty issues and freaking work creeping up on me.

Seriously, it was one of the most depressing weeks ever.

Boy problem: Basically yet AGAIN I've been messed about.

Stupid asshole. Does it look like I have a massive flashing sign above my head saying "I AM A PROSTITUTE, PLEASE COME FUCK ME"?!

No. There isn't. So why try it on with me?!

You led me to believe you were a nice person.

I thought that I meant something to you, more than just a fuck buddy. More than just a piece of meat. More than just a "walking vagina".

I am glad I got the last laugh because you didn't get what you wanted.

But deep inside, I'm confused and upset.

I also feel like shit.

Worse than shit.

Even if someone mentions your name, I die a little bit on the inside.

I opened my heart to you, I felt so safe and happy in your arms.

Now, fuck you you portuguese bastard.

How am I supposed to face you?