Time and time again I am disipointed. Why do I even bear hope... I'm probably the only man in LA that actually believes in soul mates. True love shouldn't take much effort, it should just come easily and naturally. The right place at the right time, etc..., and just take off like a wild fire. I am such an a f'ing fatalist. To be accepted and loved as I am...
Let me just say it; women at least in LA are total sluts. They falls for words instead of actions and intent. Total sellouts.
I doubt I really believe it but friends tell me all the time I could be such a total player. So why? Why am I so female? Why do I actually lust only for love? Why does the mere thought of kissing turn me on? Why am I what most women pretentiously portray themselves as? Why am I so cursed?
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