Out of My System

I woke up around eleven thirty something this morning thinking about what I'd like to do with my life today. But for some reason I couldn't take my thoughts away from Liam. Liam was and kinda still is a sort of friend to me, the thing is we've slept together. Let me go back and explain for a second, Liam and I were just classmates at first both attending the University of California in our junior years. I was the new shy girl, just moving to Cali six months prior to class starting, to fulfill my life long dream of opening up my own boutique. As a child, I grew up mostly in a golden- platter type of home, always getting what I asked for, doing what I wanted, but not really getting out much into the world. All my life up until my freshman year at UC, I've attended a private school that taught "safe" content for the sake of our so called "well-being". So there is where I would say that my parents messed me up, and made me so naíve to the outside world. I could explain this much better if I were to give an example, for instance one day when I attended french class, I sat smack- dab in the middle of the room, I suppose to soak up all that was given to me. That particular day my instructor was out sick, so he had some one cover his class, and there was this one group of really chatty guys sitting directly behind me asking random questions to different girls around the room, and because of my amazing luck, I was chosen next.