Sinking Ship

I hate you all.

It's a new era, where a woman is not judged by beauty, but by a great outlook on the fucked up society that we call home. Our country. Those bastards who see looks are cruising on a sinking ship. They can just go fellate themselves, while they wank over that woman they tried to bang in their Toyota Yaris.

Why me? I ask myself that question everytime I see her, as I take another drag from my cigarette. I hate it. The fact that she loves me, yet knows the damage of being emotionally attached to something that might not be...she deserves better.

I am bothered. It's not life that bothers me, it's not the beautiful woman I find myself performing cunnilingus on, while I think about a new Rolling Stones album. I am bothered with myself...hence my self-loathing.

But what I hate most is the fact she loves me. She will always love me, that's what she thinks, but I know one day there will be signs that she won't always love me, I think about this as I drown in my pussy filled pride.