The Prowl

I'm still doing the Lent thing. Giving up the boy. Since I'm not Catholic, would it be more like a resolution? Anyway, I haven't talked to him in almost a week. As odd as it sounds, I go for hours without thinking about him, which I take as a sign that I won't be thinking about him for weeks in the near future. I just have to not think about the idea of being alone forever, which is sometimes how it seems.

Someone today said I looked pretty and earthy. I wasn't quite sure how to take it, but compliment was the ultimate decision. But I still think about how I hate my hair and my nose and wish almost every day that I could be someone different. Someone that people actually wanted to hang out with for more than a week.

So now I'm desperately trying to get my girlfriends to go out with me so I can have a total stranger hit on me. It seems like everyone has other things to do and people to see and so on. Seriously, I need some attention, and I need it bad. And not the kind that ends up naked in bed and then doesn't call because he's reminded that he has a girlfriend. Yeah, I'm a little bitter. I don't want to be, but it's not that easy. It sucks to feel like you've been used as some sort of replacement for what someone really wants. Argh.

Anyway, mark my words. The party girl is now on the prowl, as long as her friends don't desert her.