9:39 p.m. - 2009-07-10
dont look at me
i didnt think i'd say this but dont look at me. im tired of the show. i dont want to be looked at all the time. i know im pretty, goddamnit, i get it, but your eyes dont need to walk my body like a road, there is no invitation in my smile when an ugly man looks at me. im on my rag, im bleeding and im not going to fuck anyone tonight. i just want to walk around my city and i dont want anyone to try to talk to me. i dont want to think about how much of my ass is staying in my shorts or if my nipples are spilling out the top of my shirt. i cant help it that my body curves like this, i cant help it that its fucking hot out and id have to be masochistic to cover up anymore, i cant help it that im not an a cup 100 pound girl with a body like a 10 year old boy, i cant help it that i make your dick hard and your blood burn at the same time, i cant help it that you've been waiting your whole fuckin life for this. i cant help it and i dont care. i want to be the watcher not the watched, i want to be the hunter not the prey, tonight i want it to be my game, not to play but to observe, quietly and proudly from the sidelines.