There's a ghost in my bootsMature

Renee stole Matt right out from underneath my nose.

You don’t remember who Renee is? She used to be my best friend, I told you about 3 times already.
We were thick as thieves, always together, always on top of the world.

You don’t remember Matt either? Come on, doc, get it together. He used to be my world; every other word that came out of my mouth was about Mattie and the cotton candy world we spun for ourselves.

We were the three musketeers for such a long time, and then you know what happened? I caught them having sex in my bed, at MY party. They had been hooking up for months. Mattie begged for me to stay. He said he loved me but went to her because I wouldn’t put out and men had needs.

We were 14 years old. He wasn’t a man, he was a pathetic little boy who was overly fascinated by the monster that lived in his pants. She didn’t even feel bad. She shrugged it off and told me to stop being such a baby because it wasn’t that big of a deal. Isn't that disgusting? It was like she flipped a switch.

That was the first night I ever touched alcohol. I drank so much that I passed out in the bushes and when I woke up I was a different person. I walked into the house covered in mud, and twigs. I walked right past my mother and she didn’t even notice.

I woke up a ghost.

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