Maybe the four martinis, long island iced tea and the porn star shot I had made me think too much, or maybe they had nothing to do with anything.
But I hate my vagina.
I cry about it at least once a day, and I try to come on blogger and read people's blogs, but all that happens is I bawl. It's making me a very unwell person to be around.
My boyfriend is at school now so I hardly get to see him. He's here almost every night, for only for a half hour to eat dinner and complain about school.
Then on weekends he works.
So I convinced my mother that I was sad, and I can't have children for NUMEROUS reasons (not all because I can't have sex) so she's allowing me to bring a puppy into her home.
This probably won't benefit me in any way seeing as I have no job, therefore I have no income, therefore I don't know how I can afford a dog.
It would be really super if I could just not have a vagina, like, maybe it would be nice to know what it's like to not hurt down there, and to have a NORMAL vagina, but I think just not having one at all would be splendid right now.
I'm going to stop typing, I'm very upset.
Before I go, I turned nineteen on Monday, and since I live in Canada, I get to drink. Probably not a good thing...
And one of my favourite questions doctors ask: "So, how is intercourse for you?"
P.S.
I drew that a few months ago, figured I should share
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