I’m cursed with strong morals. .-.
Wtf is that?

She was all over me…
BUT NOOOOO….
Why’d I say no? .-.
(Because she was drunk, right?)
Yeah. :/.

And I don’t want to be part of the list when she says, “Oh, I’ve slept with girls before.”

I don’t know what’s going on. I think I’m still a little drunk. xD.

I don’t know if this is a drunken haze or if I’ll still be thinking about her when I wake up.

Every single one.

What the fuck is wrong with me?!
This really pretty girl wants to have sex with me but I can’t do it.
I’m too nice.
I can’t.
Buh.
I’m laying in someone’s yard.
I don’t even know what’s going on. .-.
I suck.
Buh.
Blood. Everywhere.

I’m thinking of what Sarah said…

But they don’t. Not yet.
I’ve got one more summer left.

There will be no visits. No letters. No phone calls or texts.
I’m horrible because I’m okay with that.

What the fuck did you do to me?!
You’re the worst person I could’ve ever opened up to.

I’m fucking graduated now!
GTFO.

I remember when you slammed my head against a rock in the middle of the woods. I almost passed out.

I remember when you started to choke me when we would argue or wrestle. I couldn’t scream ‘stop’.

I remember when I said no.
I hate you.

It doesn’t shallow your breaths like it shallows mine.
It doesn’t hurt you like it hurts me.
It doesn’t cut you like it cuts me.
It doesn’t kill you like it kills me.

I’m halfway hoping I die over the summer. I’m scared to face everything that will be coming at me in the Fall.
I hope I can handle it.