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by twotymer97

Posted to Stories on 2002-05-24 22:32:00

Parent message is 191728
Forever I have been a slave to the male species. It may have all begun with my first boyfriend–Brandon Heiner.
Just a simple kiss in the fresh backyard of summer. Just one kiss, but that was all it took. I was hooked. I was an addict. A nine-year-old romance addict. A lust queen. I have never been the same since.

After that kiss I began to thrive on attention from boys and men alike. Mind you, at this point it was purely innocent. I just liked it when they smiled at me, it made me feel important–wanted I guess.

What is it about the human race that drives us to believe that we will not be complete individuals until we are dependant and needed by another? Is it just nature forcing us to procreate–I don’t buy that shit. Is it chemical? I don’t think that’s all there is to it. More than likely it is our discomfort from the day we are born that we are alone, it is our fear of ourselves. It is the fear of coming to terms with our own thoughts, sometimes empty–other times bursting with insanity. We need human distraction because we cannot be truly alone.