Give in to be a "fun girl"

I'm tired of this place. I am. I am sick of the highlight of every evening with a free morning turning into some party in a stale basement filled with sweaty fucking guys handing you cheap beer in the company of slutty little girls with smudged mascara and bruised knees trying to walk strait as they go up a flight of stairs to find a line to wait in for the bathroom so they can take 5 mintues re-applying their rail-road eyeliner that sweated off while they were bumping into other people, letting them grab their ass and laughing it off feeling lucky they were cute enough for some drunken guy to actually get up the nerve to feel them up..

The sweat, smoke and loud, shitty music with bad dancing and drunk conversations. There's always some frustrated guy who's being a dick about the fact you have a boyfriend and you're not willing to fuck him anyway for reasons of self-respect and image...some girl who's cried off all her make-up, who's lost her phone and purse all because she had some bad drunk dial with her boyfriend who goes to a completely different college....and who's already fucked someone else...and she knows this because because he got mad enough to tell her he did after calling her a bitch.

There'll always be some kid explaining to a girl that he's in college and doesn't want a relationship but goes on and on about how good she'd be to sleep with. Her only assets are her tits and ass and if she shakes it all up just right, she'll be lucky enough to get some stupid little fuck to neck her in the corner as he grinds his hard on into her back while she tries to keep her balance, dancing as horribly as she can.

Then she'll get back to his room or hers. Then it begins and there's no turning back without frustration and anger- so she'll give in to be "a fun girl". Inhibitions lost and the thought of how convientient it was that she shaved just 6 hours ago when she got ready for that stupid fucking party.She'll act like she doesn't want a thing. She's good and sloppy now, all over him, looking like shit until he finally turns out the lights...And they'll both ignore the liquor on their breaths and all you can hear over the emptiness of that room is the friction and the heaving breathing that will be done and over with as soon as he comes, and she'll hope that that precious little piece of latex didn't break THIS TIME...because no one likes being nausous for 12 hours... just to avoid making the call to planned parenthood when your period didn't come on the 12th like it did every other month.

The night before is all that matters. The morning after smells of stale beer and vomit and all you can think about is what today is going to be like now that you're good and hung over. You can tell everyone how hung over you are. How hard it was to get out of bed. How smashed you got the night before and awesome it fucking was.

From a Facebook note "ITS ALL BULLSHIT" by Rachael Bell