why did i know he wouldn't call?

it musta been the kiss. he knew i didn't know what i was doing. he could tell how out of place his tongue felt in my mouth. he wasn't happy that i did not let him grope my breasts as he wanted to.

oh geez i don't know. i don't know why i can't seem to find a boy who will just pick up the damn phone and call when he says he will damnit. i hate this waiting game. i hate all games. i hate dating and boys and sex and even kissing. i hate it all because it never feels good long enough.

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