Every time I sleep with a guy, I manage to weasel my way out of using protection. And after the encounter I always go get checked and pray to God that I won't have anything. I've been doing this stupid process for years and I've been lucky each time. No disease, no baby. But I can't deal with the stress, and God only knows that sooner or later I'm am going to get what I deserve. Why can't I just use the stupid condoms I hate them! Ugh.
Confession posted on 07/30/2003