Dear Diary: She’s not even my girlfriend!

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Day 10

Dear Diary,

Chrissy hasn’t stopped messaging me all day. Apparently her flat-mates are asking about me and she isn’t happy. You’d think they’d never seen a naked woman before, the way she’s going on.

I’ve got half a mind to go over there and barge into their rooms in my birthday suit, just so she’ll shut up. For pity’s sake, it’s just skin; they’ve all got it. I do not see what the big deal is. I looked good and I was happy. Chrissy was there too! If she really had a problem with it, then she’d’ve stopped me, surely? Why’s she making such a fuss about it? I don’t care if people know what colour my pubes are or that I’ve got a tattoo of a bunny on my thigh. She doesn’t have an issue with people seeing my elbows, so why would she have a problem with them seeing my tits? I don’t belong to her. I’m not her property! She hasn’t even asked me to be her girlfriend!

Diary, why’re people so stupid about this stuff? It’s my body. If I’m not upset about it, why’s she? None of this makes any sense. 

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OMG She just messaged me again! Argh! I’ve told her a thousand times that I don’t care about being naked! It’s what I said that I’m bothered about, but she just isn’t getting it! She seems to think that I’ve somehow insulted her by not being upset about the fact that her flatmate jerked off to me last night! 

WHY THE FUCK WOULD I CARE ABOUT THAT? WHY? It’s his dick, not mine! He’s free to jerk off to whatever the fuck he wants! But nooo, now I’m the sicko and she’s trying to guilt-trip me into letting her stay with me tonight!
Fuck off! No! If she’s not going to apologise for calling me a damned exhibitionist slut, then she’s not staying in my bed!