When Life Gives You Monica

Chapter ONE

Here i was at the age of 19 with a body count of two. I honestly felt so ashamed for being at that level at such a young age but my sex experience with my third and last boyfriend made me not feel ashamed. You know how they say the inner you (vagina) does not connect with every man that enters your gates of Heaven ? That's how i felt with my first ever boyfriend. Since i was so inexperienced, every sexual session felt right because I've never had sex before so whatever i felt should be the correct way to feel when having sex, right? But honestly? It always felt wrong. My virgin breaker happened to be the first ever guy I've been in the longest relationship with. Most of you probably think that i must have been free around him to a point where i could fart and literally not give a fuck right? But too bad it was the other way around because i was diagnosed with depression. I hated how skinny i am, i hated how big my nose was and how my hair never grew no matter what home remedies i try which felt weird because isn't Caucasian hair supposed to grow fast and long? My mom keeps suggesting that i go to a doctor for my hair loss and my hairs inability to grow like other girls but i always have a way of brushing things off, which is one of my most greatest tricks amongst other magic tricks. For those that don't know me, my name is Monica and this is how my whole life got destroyed by three bad boys...