I made excuses when he held open my legs to touch me, and when he went down on me after I told him when he wasn’t ready, but most of all, when he put himself in me after I told him I didn’t want to have sex.
We leap into the abyss of love and have no notion of fear of the danger of not being caught.
I blatantly remember meeting up with a guy friend in Paris one summer, who looked me up and down, told me I was both pretty and attractive but I could stand to lose ten pounds.
It’s often the people you envy, those gorgeous girls whom we stop in the streets to look at who are the most insecure.
It’s easy to feel alone in this world, people walk around with a façade that life is merry and there isn’t a care in the world while their soul screams for help or someone to just notice them and ask them if they’re okay.
Being a virgin today is like being a unicorn. In University, I feel like I am a rare kind, and those who are virgins mostly try to hide it and are desperately trying to lose it.