physically, i can’t help but think about how beautiful you are to me. your eyelashes, your eyes, your face, your body. i know you’re no good, but i suppose i’m attracted to what i know i shouldn’t have. my problem is, i fantasize. i think about biting your neck, stroking your hair. i heard you have a small dick, but i still want to fuck you and see it for myself (why?)

girls talk, and the reputation that precedes you is nothing to be proud of— emotionally inept, childish, flippant, selfish. but then i see sides of you that make me believe you could be a wonderful person to get to know. yet, i don’t know what to make of your behaviour. actually i do, it’s just easier to ignore the truth of the situation and live in a fantasy world that isn’t tethered to reality. i need to be realistic though, i’m just skilfully ignorant.