i remember running through the wet glas

and don’t you just hate the feeling of fresh cut grass when it sticks to your feet. in between toes.

this afternoon brought on a depression.

an unspoken realization ruined a friendship. well, i spoke, destroyed everything, and he said he wasn’t going to ask because he already knew the truth.

i don’t know why he even cares. it isn’t like i am playing with anyones mind. he knew i had a past i wasn’t going to tell him. i just feel cheap.

this week was awful. because i don’t know how to wash the slut away. i took a bath, more showers that i can count…

but i have been with a different guy everyday since tuesday. and i though today was the end of it. but i couldn’t stop anything.

it isn’t like i refused and boys ignored that…

it wasn’t all bad. it didn’t get bad till thursday. slut slut.

please don’t damage me. i’m feeling quite frail…like a little widowed woman eating dinner alone.

no one knows how to feel the way that i do.