What I mean is, I'm pretty sure that it is still attached to that god awful strip of linen that that horrible, horrible little woman just ripped from between my legs.
I think I'm going to cry.
Scratch that, I am crying.
I'm tearing, cowering in the corner of a room called "Begonia", listening to heavily Asian influenced classical music, holding my crotch in utter pain and amazement, trying to remember what it was that I said that made her want to hurt me in this way.
Who does this? Who wants this!?
This is crazy. This is BARE. I feel pubescent, maybe even pre. And I'm not sure how comfortable I am with that.
I don't know if I'm more angry at society for making me feel the pressure of having to compete in this way, or myself for falling for it. All I know is that this is the silliest, most stupid thing I've ever done.... and I will most likely come back in a couple weeks for "maintenance" like she told me too.
There so better be a difference.