Ever since I was raped, I have stopped caring about who I have sex with. I'm secretly hoping that one will realize I am the girl they have been hoping to find and that they will love me.
I hate how cynical I've become toward men in college.
I was the one who put up the fake SBP A-frame in the pit, and no one even suspects me.
I judge people who wear Uggs.
I'm in pain all the time, have doubts about my own abilities, and can't pipe up to the girl I've fallen for. But I realize now that I'm loved no matter what, and that life is a beautiful thing. I'm (and hope you do, too) going to seize it!