On the outside I appear as the all-American good girl. I attend a prestigous school and am in the top of my class. I have a boyfriend of two years who is head over heels in love with me. My roommate and I had matching furniture in our dormitory this year, our room was the unnofficial "fun room." I wear the right clothes and hang out with the right people.
I attend the school so I can get away from my pot-smoking-permanently-stoned parents. And my mother who is secretly planning to divorce my father because of his abusive ways.
I have cheated on my boyfriend four different times. One was an isolated incident but then another time, I had 3 boyfriends simultaneously. I gave head to one of them in a public university building and then we had sex against a window. Another time I was drunk in Europe and hooked up with some random Italian guy.
My roommate secretly resented me for six months, and refused to try to mediate our relationship. She hates me and I still do not know what I did to her.
I use my expensive clothes and nice car to make others jealous sometimes. I only associate myself with the popular people in order to network and make good connections.
Every now and then I go talk to a psychiatrist. I always end up flirting with him. I don't know why I keep screwing things up.
Tags: love,
parents,
roommate,
jealousy,
boyfriend
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