drama doesn't follow me, it rides on my back

i wish my summer was fun.

so i went to a club last night and danced with a guy for the first time ever. and i hated it. he stunk, was ugly, kept on nuzzling my neck (i was like what the fuck?), and then he started humping me, so that's when i pulled away from him because he wouldn't let go of me and i left my friends and i went to the bathroom. and i didn't wanna go back out, but i had to because i didn't wanna worry my friends. i hate dancing with guys like that, i need my space. the only time i'll dance with a guy is if that guy is v2.

i used to do that at my old job every single day because i was treated like shit. one woman there hated me, i got yelled at when i couldn't find a medical file, meanwhile i was lucky if i found anything in that disorganized office. and i took the metal thing from a file folder and cut myself with it. i was so fucked up.