>Be me
>mildly drunk
>play Hell divers 2 with buddy
>kicking some ass and spreading democracy
>fuckyeah.freedom
>friend goes to bed
>hit up girlyfriend
>she's all too happy to see me
>chat for a bit
>become moar intoxicated
>she asks if I want to beat off with her
>We watch some fuzzy porn together
>meh, that was fun
>she goes to sleep
>think about Cewl
>miss Cewl
Maybe it's just the alchomahole in my blood stream but I've kind of realized something.... I strive for negativity. Like, I think in some fucked up way, I hated Cewl from the start, like... When I met her part of me wanted to hurt her. I've been around junkies and narcissistic retards like her since birth, and like... That's what I like in a woman, a fucking adversary, an enemy, someone I can hate and wage an emotional war with, but still feel some weird connection with...