I love the beach. I love the feel of the sand running across my bare feet. I love the ocean's cool embrace as I step into its shallow waters. I love how my toes crinkle, as if smiling, when I soak my feet for too long.
But I hate how much space the beach gives you. I hate how much it allows you to think. I hate how my mind wanders when I pace up and down the sandy shore. I hate that I can't control what I think about sometimes. Because honestly, I am a little bit of a control freak. By now, you've probably guessed that I am female.
You're correct.
Anyways, back to my thoughts.
I have quite a lot of work to do. Essays to write, drawings to draw, books to read.
But I really do not feel like doing any of the above. I don't know whether to blame it on procrastination or senioritis or maybe just my plain don't-give-a-shit attitude. I think it may be a combination of all three.
But I guess it doesn't really matter because, in the end, they all link back to me.
You know what I've been doing instead of working my ass off like I should?
I've been daydreaming.
Or, too make this clearer for everyone out there, I've been fantasizing.
Fantasizing about what, you ask?
Well, what does any teenage girl fantasize about? Tell me that.
Please don't say that you don't fantasize. Don't deny it. I KNOW there are other girls out there just as horny as I am. In fact, I am 100% sure there are millions of you out there.
So why do I feel like such a slut?
I'm pointing the finger at society.
For guys, it's perfectly normal to think about sex 24/7. They're pretty much expected too.
For girls? Not so much. We're supposed to be the ones in control. We can handle our thoughts (right?).
But I think that's just bullshit. Deep down inside (and for some, wayyyyy deep down inside) every girl has a sexual predator. Girls, embrace it. Love it. Feel it. Don't fight it. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It sounds dirty, but c'mon, we're made this way. It's like God's little nudge to go forth and multiply. (And I'm just going to say right now that I am in no way, shape, or form, religious. I'm a solid atheist.)
I think I'm out of words.
But I hate how much space the beach gives you. I hate how much it allows you to think. I hate how my mind wanders when I pace up and down the sandy shore. I hate that I can't control what I think about sometimes. Because honestly, I am a little bit of a control freak. By now, you've probably guessed that I am female.
You're correct.
Anyways, back to my thoughts.
I have quite a lot of work to do. Essays to write, drawings to draw, books to read.
But I really do not feel like doing any of the above. I don't know whether to blame it on procrastination or senioritis or maybe just my plain don't-give-a-shit attitude. I think it may be a combination of all three.
But I guess it doesn't really matter because, in the end, they all link back to me.
You know what I've been doing instead of working my ass off like I should?
I've been daydreaming.
Or, too make this clearer for everyone out there, I've been fantasizing.
Fantasizing about what, you ask?
Well, what does any teenage girl fantasize about? Tell me that.
Please don't say that you don't fantasize. Don't deny it. I KNOW there are other girls out there just as horny as I am. In fact, I am 100% sure there are millions of you out there.
So why do I feel like such a slut?
I'm pointing the finger at society.
For guys, it's perfectly normal to think about sex 24/7. They're pretty much expected too.
For girls? Not so much. We're supposed to be the ones in control. We can handle our thoughts (right?).
But I think that's just bullshit. Deep down inside (and for some, wayyyyy deep down inside) every girl has a sexual predator. Girls, embrace it. Love it. Feel it. Don't fight it. There's nothing to be ashamed of. It sounds dirty, but c'mon, we're made this way. It's like God's little nudge to go forth and multiply. (And I'm just going to say right now that I am in no way, shape, or form, religious. I'm a solid atheist.)
I think I'm out of words.
