The Case of the Ex

Yep, my ex has done it again.
I was the one who broke up with him, but he still seems to always get me back in bed. I had a very good reason for ending it but I never seem to remind myself of that reason when he comes around. Turns out he cheated on me with three of his exes. I suppose you could call that a deal breaker. But whatever, I still fall for his dark brown hair and his muscular arms every time he knocks on my door.
Yes, my door. My parents aren't really ever home so I basically live alone. I'm 17 and I live alone. And trust me, most of these days I feel quite alone. So when (let's call him Nathan) Nathan comes over, which is about every few days, I can't seem to build up enough pride to deny him of my very wanting body. Besides, I'm 17-my brain isn't fully developed yet and I can't be held responsible for my actions.
Either way the sex was great. Nathan and I have done it at least a hundred times, okay maybe not that many times but it feels like it, but today things were different. It was so much steamier, like he really wanted me. It was amazing really. Even better was the fact that we did it almost everywhere in my house. I'd really be telling all of this to my best friends, but let's just say they wouldn't really approve and I'm not really in the mood to hear an earful from a couple of girls who have each taken back their own cheating boyfriends. That's right. Of course they didn't go sleeping around with them, they're all actually back in their relationships. But same thing. So when I opened the door this morning, he was looking awesome. We went into the kitchen first because I was hungry for some breakfast. Let's just say I never got my breakfast. He jumped me right then and there! We went from the kitchen to the bathroom to the living room to my room to my parents! If they knew they would probably cut me off for life. Oh, well. Good thing they're 400 miles away. Definately a very good day, but then again I'm lonely again.

A Waste of a Week

It has been one very large waste of a week these past few days. Stress has played a big part in my day-to-day but then again so has procrastination, a mild hangover, and cramps. I am stuck in my own little world even though there are two other people living between these not-so-plentiful walls. Yesterday I almost cried of such loneliness, but even when I had one of my best friends lying in bed next to me the other day I felt really alone. Whatever, I suppose it's just another day in the life of a teenager.
I'm not really sure what to expect of this little blog thing but I guess I am hoping for at the least a little relief of this mild depression. I guess you could call it that. But there's not much coming to me now so until tomorrow, maybe?