My number doesn’t give you any insight into me. It’s just that, a number.
Society has built it up to be this whole ordeal, convincing girls our first time is going to be magically irreplaceable.
It’ll be hard, but it’ll be worth it.
He gives me attention. And in a city where I don’t know anyone, that means more to me than you could understand.
We allow them to do it, to treat us like shit.
As human beings we’re wired to want what we can’t have.
We’re wired differently. Craving adventure more than the rest. Don’t let the world tell you, you are wrong. Catch the damn flight.
I’d never admit it, but I sometimes still stalk your Facebook.
Quite frankly, I actually love men. I’ve even been called boy crazy.
I debated kissing you. Telling you I still needed you.