I’m a good kisser, and he came back so easily. We just needed to be a secret. I was desperate. I had no one, I had no friends, my mom was in rehab, and my dad was constantly working. I took him back so easily. I wanted him. I wanted everything about him.
Unfortunately, he knew exactly what I wanted to hear, and I can sport a Chris from a mile away now. I warn others to be careful of the charisma this type of boy can carry. It seems like he has everything. The way he walks, and talks, everything is so alluring and perfect. Chris, you were my Kryptonite. I was terrified to let you go.
Our rendezvous continued, for weeks and months on end. Eventually, all the ‘Heys’ I got in the hallways turned in to whispers. I was a lying slut. They were half right. I had barely pressed my lips to the ones that appeared so perfect to me, but the shoe seemed to fit, and it made a better story I guess.
fuck you for making me feel that way. fuck you for making me something I am not. fuck you for making me feel worthless. fuck you for being selfish. fuck you for making me feel pain that I didn’t know existed.
and finally, FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME THE CRAZY BITCH I AM TODAY.