Status Updates From Being Lolita: A Memoir

“He loved me, he told me so. Even if it didn’t work out between us, our story, our Lolita, was a love story. It had to be.”

“Pink for my Lolita,” he said”

weirdo.

this man has a serious unhealthy obsession with lolita, it’s becoming a serious weird.

“You’re my Lolita,” he said.”

I want to gag.

“It was then that I realized he was not like my other boyfriends. ”

“Trade? he wrote. I’ll find out anyway. Don’t keep me waiting. I reached out my pinkie finger. He latched his over mine and shook. 32C. 7¾. I realized I didn’t actually know what that number meant. Is that a lot for a penis?”

I gasped when reading.

“it’s because you’re fat” FUKIN GET HIM GIRL 😭😭

this better end with him DEAD