Cause We're Always Fucking But You Never Tell Me Why

I guess some night or another when nothing is completely out of the ordinary something finally triggers in the mind that this, this passed out right beside me with no regard for my feelings...

Is wrong

All it took was the presence of my inhibitions which were usually destroyed by alcohol to notice every detail in an instant. Not just my self-image (or lack there of) but a brief analysis of how I'm presenting myself...to myself.

The compromising situations don't end and in my perfect world I could put them into a box and barter them with someone else's life components, but they have their own stash waiting to be sold as well.

Seeking refuge in the first welcoming eyes and lonely bed, I thought that I wasn't one of those girls that was seen as nothing other than what they wanted. But what would make me so different from all the rest? I'm sure that last night was intended to be a score, but what about all the other ones? I guess what I've come to realize is that whether he wants you within the first hour or week, whether he expresses interest by phone or in person...it's all the same incentive. Don't trust anything that comes along with sex because hour long conversaions and the dinner/movie dates all revolve around what lies behind those acts.
It's a complex way of getting what you want and in this society lying has become a second nature, even a virtue.

If anything positive can be pulled of it all, at least I know that I'm not the only baffled soul looking for answers.