Slut

I’m beginning to believe that I am just a psychotic slut who sleeps around. Like Daryl said I was. Am I? I never thought I was, until I became this monster.

So I’ve been drinking a lot. Purging a lot. Sleeping around. Being the resident slut. And strangely, being comforted by the pain, because I can tell myself that I found a reason why Matt left me.

I don’t know what I want from Matt anymore. Him to hate me? Him to love me? Him to miss me, when I’m no longer around? Or maybe, just him to regret having hurt me like this and saying SORRY just one time.