He is the scum that I wish was gone. He thought he had me in around his little finger, his senior finger, his hot finger! NO! Lies. Nothing is true anymore. I just rememeber strange things, but none are true! NONE!! Save me. Save my soul.1
He always use to touch me the wrong way, around my body and none the better. But I guess nothing is what it seems. I thought he was trying to get to know the 'me', not the 'me' inside of my body. Sick. This didn't happen. I'm not like this. No way.2
I just wanted it to be us and us alone, nobody else in that band room, but no. It didn't work that way. You brought friends: you lips, your body, and down there. Everything just went the way you wanted it too. I hope your proud! But it didn't happen to me. Nope. Never...
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Maybe it's too late, but here's some advice:
Don't trust guys when they say they don't want to do anything. They do.
As long as it wasn't forced, don't beat up on yourself too much. There's that line from Chappelle where everyone has someone they've regretted doing things with.
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