"Two girls walk into a party, the one that gets noticed isn't me."
I refused to sleep with him. You might not believe me, but for several months I absolutely refused. I insisted on taking the moral high-ground and refused to cross that line. I can't do that again, I told myself. I can't be the side chick again, I reminded myself. Despite my previous transgressions, I apparently... Continue Reading →
"After the absolute clusterfuck with Mimsy happened, I was a train wreck. Everyday was a struggle to get out of bed. I just wanted him back in my life, but knew that it probably would never happen."
"She never bothered me, and as far as I could tell she loved him. Maybe not for who or what he was, but there was some type of love/obsession there."