Cherry (not my real name):
Secrets (rough draft)
I wear big earrings so people don’t think I’m a boy. I throw up all the time, just because I’m anxious, I guess. I’m not stuck-up, I’m just scared. People scare me. I don’t talk a lot, but it’s not because I don’t like you. I don’t really love my boyfriend, but I do have sex with him. The boy I love is in college now, and I wrote him a letter saying I was so sorry he broke up with his girlfriend, but I’m not. I pretend to like Kaylee Johnson, but I don’t, because she was his girlfriend. I have never stuffed my bra with tissues or socks, but I wanted to. I didn’t do it because I was hoping someone would touch me there, would want to touch me, and what if he only touched a sock imitation and not the real me? Sometimes – no always – it feels like my boyfriend isn’t touching the real me.
To be continued…
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