17th March

          I feel so awful. Dirty. Sullied. Impure.

          Matt made me sleep with one of his friends. He said they are paying him, and it’s so he can supply me with drugs. How could he do this to me?!

          It’s Saint Patrick’s Day today. I know that because the guy was Irish. I’ve got nothing against Irish people in general, but I hate that guy so bad. And why bother tell me what day it is? What have saints ever done for me, then? Aside from creating an excuse for a drunken Irish guy to enjoy himself, doing that to a poor, defenceless teenager?? I still can’t believe that Matt did this to me. I thought he said he loved me?

          I don’t have a choice anymore.

The End

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