"you're a slut"
"dirty whore"
"filthy skank"
"did you hear what she did?"
"she'll give it up for anybody."
anybody.
are you happy jay?
are you happy with what you've done?
are you happy with the things that they're saying about me?
i know it was you. i know that you're the one who told everyone all of those things about me.
do you enjoy this, jay? do you get some kind of sick enjoyment out of watching everyone turn on me?
they're all lies. lies lies lies.
all i did was kiss you, jay. that's all we did.
one two second peck.
was it because i wouldn't do more?
was it because i turned down going any further?
was it because i pulled your hands away from my body when they roamed too far?
did you take offense to it?
is that why you told people all of those lies?
i don't understand.
it's been a year; i'm trying so hard to get over it. to get over you and everything that you did.
you told me that i didn't mean anything. that you never cared.
i was just some sick joke to get your "dick wet".
i don't even know what that fucking means. i'm thirteen, i don't even know what that FUCKING MEANS.
i'm so scared jay. they all hate me. they all want to hurt me.
why did you tell her those things jay?
they weren't true, you KNOW they weren't true.
and now she wants to hurt me, she's going to hurt me.
i don't know what to do.
i don't know what to do.
why did you do it, jay?
why did you do it?
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Acakthe prose in which a young girl expresses her deepest thoughts, her darkest secrets, and her biggest fears. these, are my confessions.