3:49pm Friday, February 13
I love myself.
I love myself.
I love myself.
I'd do anything to feel confident and vain. To never feel like my skirt is too short, never feel like my breath is bad or my hair is flat. I'd love to feel sexy and flirty. I'd love to feel correct and natural.
And I want to have sex. I better figure this all out. How do I find a boyfriend or any guy really who is attractive,compatible personality, and won't tell the world if we mess around? But still, show me off like I mean something.
It must be so cool when you love someone and they love you back. You both actually think about each other and text each other equally and make plans together.
That whole concept seems so foreign to me that someone could care back as much as I care about them.
But maybe I don't know what caring is?
4:05pm
I just feel like this helpless baby deer lost in a forest full of killer wolves and bears. Those innocent, broken eyes inside me.
4:45pm
Nothing better than being buzzed alone on Friday night before Valentine's.
6:07pm
When you think to yourself: oh fuck what have I done? Really? What have I done?
YOU ARE READING
Satan School of Sophomores
Teen FictionA year, documented, of a young, confused teen girl's life as she struggles and experiments with the modern world of sex, drugs, and the opposite gender. This work contains crude language, intense/inappropriate situations and other more or less mild...
