I'm a bitch

I break the hearts of men with such disdain and apathy that I have begun to hate myself. Not even hours after letting go of my most serious relationship ever I went searching for new blood. This constant prowl would cause most to consider the morality surrounding such decisions. Not I, I quickly dismiss and move on. Worse yet is that I think in the short span of a week I have entangled another soul in my trap. My constant coyness and tendency to flirt with anyone worthy has left me somewhat troubled. It seems that I never developed any other type of social interaction. My intentions are usually harmless, I'm just looking for a good time like any other 18, almost 19 year old girl. My "good time" comes at the expense of unassuming and generally nice young men. Maybe it is just that I'm an attention whore or maybe I just like the company of men. Whatever it is it needs to stop, atleast to some degree. I must some how figure out how to stop sending these misguided signals.