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Would you read this story?
so my friend is writing a book of her life story she gave me the first chapter and here it is.

ATTENTION WHORE- CHAPTER 1.

Are you an attention whore? Well, saying that I understand you is an understatement. “My friend” went through that exact same experience. I’m going to elaborate as if I were she; once more this is my friend, NOT ME.
Mkay?
Great.
So let’s begin on the first day of middle school. Miniscule, frightened, and so damn intimidated by these huge 7th graders and 8th graders. Right at this moment, my life would flip like a ******* coin. Yes this may sound a little trite, but you’ll get over it. I had no idea the **** I was going to go through in the following three years of my life.
Okay fine, it’s not that big of a deal, but indeed the title of this story fit me perfectly though not until 7th grade.
So as a sixth grader, I had no authority whatsoever. I was lucky to get a slight nod or a smile from the cruel elderly middle schoolers, rather than a nasty death-look.
Oh, how much I loathed those stares. They made me feel like a fly on their squeaky clean windshield of life. So, throughout my entry to this parallel universe, I discovered these new exclusive cliques that seemed like one of those typical high school movies.
Though they weren’t emphasized until later on. So I had a nice enough year. I met one of my best friends that year. Everyone respected her. She soon became one of “the girls.” Which includes my present best friends. I wasn’t “in” those days. So anyways, these girls that I mentioned were nice. Yes, they were like V.I.P, but I didn’t mind. I started hanging out with the more often and we became friends.
Blah.
Lets get to the juicy ****, shall we?
So by the end of 6th grade, I developed pretty well. I got the dreaded period in 5th grade, which meant of course I had well formed body parts. In other words, my boobs were larger than any of my friends. This caused for me to get attention from the opposite sex, which I enjoyed. A lot.
And this is where it starts.
Summer was approaching.
I made another new present best friend.
This girl is a grade younger. Her titties were as large as mine.
The male attention direction switched. Cause that’s how the cookie crumbles. Out with the old, in with the new.
Jealousy raged inside me. My desire for male interest increased heavily. I had to do something!
And so, my first kiss was bound to happen. Soon. And it did. After coming back from my lengthy vacation in Argentina, I was at my new equal-tit-sized friend’s house with a shitload of people.
So this womanizer comes up to me.
Short.
Blonde.
A year older.
Desperate for ***.
What more could a fat-attention-craving- girl want?
Nothing more ☺
So this dude kept reeling me in with his small talk and his cute little smile.
He asked for a good-bye kiss, he got it.
BAM. Instant satisfaction. For me, at least.
This miniscule pop kiss meant nothing to this (miniscule) guy. All I was to him: a young naïve chick with a hunger for some attention. He knew, and very well as a matter of fact, that I would give in easily. Very easily. He was correct. I didn’t expect to though. It was a spur of the moment type of thing. (I know, that’s what they all say.)
A few weeks later, my best friend tells me she likes this guy. And this guy happened to be my close friend (and present enemy). A week before that, my other best friend told me she likes the same guy.
Um… lets just say I’ve made out with this guy and infinite amount of times since then.
Don’t be judgmental though.
After what I’m about to tell you, you can be.
My friend, (nameofguy) and I were walking around our condominium and we were headed over to our “spot” which is the bathroom of the Olympic pool.
So the guy tells me we should race over there.
I wasn’t born ******* yesterday. He obviously wanted to get ***, so I asked my friend if it was all right with her if we raced, and she said sure (which in chick world means hell no) but obviously I was clueless.
So I run off with this dude that my best friend likes… and I felt rebellious. Kind of like a thrill. Though regret swallows me till this day.
When we were out of her sight (I noted) he kisses me. Softly.
He tries to go further, I pushed him off.
I knew what he wanted. He knew I was easy.
So when my friend got to us, we go over to our spot.
The three of us sat on the cold marble floor.
Her mom was calling her, she stepped out.
As soon as she was out, he attacked me like a lion attacks his ******* dinner. I was a bit baffled as to what to do. After all, I had barely any experience. So I just followed him. Our tongues inside each other’s cheeks.
I’m grossed out right now even thinking of it.
So anyways, he kept pushing me aggressively to the wall and letting his warm damp hand wander over my shorts… and soon under.
I grabbed hold of myself. I slightly shoved his hand off. This made him want more. He put his hands under the back of my shirt. I was th

Tell your "friend" that I am sorry but no way. I didn't even finnish reading this.
I have a hard time understand what the eff is going on. I get that is trying to be funny and racy but it just isn't.

Maybe if I had finished reading this I would say something different and more positive but I'm just not going to. Sorry. Make it more coherent.

Are me and my friends horrible people?
Do you know the movie "Where the wild things are."?

Are plan is to get extremely wasted and go to that movie on Saturday night, take a cab to the movie theater, and go to that movie. (We'll be taking a cab home as well).

The point is, we'd laugh our ******* asses off if we were sober watching that movie let alone drunk as ****!

Horrible? No.

Immature douche-bags? Yes.

Co-workers having sex in therapy room. (10 Points)?
It's hard to be nice to this only male staff at the day program named Anthony. Inside I want to be mean to him so much. "So, how was your little session with Alisha?" or "Is Alisha any good?" Other staff told me they don't like each other. However, I was walking by a therapy room and I heard something but I can't tell what it was - the clients were in the common room watching a movie.

So, here's the thing. Any group that Alisha runs Anthony comes and sits in the room. They don't talk much in their office only sometimes. When he first met her she was stretching and arched her back showing the out line of her **** and laughed at whatever stupid joke he said. I walked by their office one day and they were talking about crime - which to me is a boring subject and only corny therapists would talk about that how we have to make this world a safer place. We have to make this world a safer place without easy women.

Also, last friday I was walking pass anthony in the hall when he was talking to some female staff and he stared me down. I continued watching the movie in the common room then left and walked around bored - I didn't see them in the office and my heart jumped to my throat and I started to get sweaty, at times it was hard to breath and I was getting so pissed off because he has nothing on me and why she chosed him over me. I begin checking the bathroom - no sign. I walked pass the therapy room when I heard something. I don't know if it was someone in the common room laughing or what. I went to a staff and talked to her and she assured me that the interns were in a meeting at another building.

Also, I hate when women give mixed-signals! I caught her glancing at me a couple of times, when I talk with her she smiles really big, and when she called on me in group she tilted her head. When I was talking to another female staff about her cooking on friday Alisha smiled then probably because I was being funny and teasing the other staff. When I caught her smiling then she turned away and looked on the floor.

Also, why do the women just stare at you - are they in outer space or in La La land - but I don't understand why they do that. That's a whole different topic.

I know I like this girl - but I can't have her which sucks. When I was all decked out and really wanting to make this guy know I'm the **** - I felt confident and was fine. However, maybe she talks about me - don't know but when I would stare someone down - it's standing my ground or trying to intimate them to back off. Like the stare down he was giving me when I passed him in the hallway - so is this guy intiminated or is he pissed off because of whatever reason.

I need some direction here people - I hate these distorted thinking and I hate getting anxious whenever I think some hot girl is ******* some other guy beside me.

Oh, best answer gets 10 points guaranteed.

You do have some distorted thinking, don't think so much, just be as charming as you can with women, but make sure that it is you and you are not acting, in other words, be yourself, and stop thinking everyone is out to get you.