Once we are at his house they convince me to drink which I regrettably did. Then things progressed and suddenly it was me and him alone and we are naked and I'm wondering how the hell I got here. What happened to the me that was timid, the me that was shy, how did I get here. I let my guard down, and that's when it started. I was attached at that moment and there was no going back. I continued to "hang out" it's him. I convinced myself that if he was sleeping with me he had to have feelings for me. He had to have wanted me right? I was so wrong.
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Through Broken Eyes
Novela JuvenilA girl's perspective of being heartbroken with anxiety and depression. "Fictional"
