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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

My best friend

Let's call her... Marigold.

So, Marigold has a boyfriend who she slept with straight away. This boyfriend 'only had eyes for her' since day one, despite having two other girlfriends in the time.

Marigold slept with him, and agreed to have a long-term relationship.

He's so possessive. He gets jealous when he has a dream about her with another guy. He hangs up when he's pissed. She spends £120 ($220.73) a month calling him.

He started crying once, because she forgot to phone him. He's too scared of her parents to phone her.

So he's possessive, just to reiterate.

She's waited 52 days (she counted it down) to see him again. And they have a list of locations to fuck, where she'll fake orgasm after orgasm and get beaten black and blue by the battering ram of his cock.

For protection she's bought 3 condoms and 2 morning after pills. She has it worked out so that she'll take one after three days, one after the next three. How stupid? Very, but oh well.

Sure, it's his responsibility too. And he probably doesn't know how she'll fuck up her body for his pleasure. But she can't treat him like this. Like she's his doll and he doesn't have to worry about anything but himself.

But back to the story. She's there now, pretending to be someone she isn't. Someone who doesn't drink, smoke, and certainly doesn't have a drug-dealing brother.

She enjoys this pretence, I think. But how can someone get so into a character who they don't want to be? How can the Marigold I love, love being someone else so much?

She's Marigold to me still, and I hope she lets some of her Marigold seep through with her boyfriend.

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