Status: for a contest....
Tied Down To This Bed Of Shame
Day 410 ATD
I hate school; the teachers think I’m a whore.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to feel loved.
Mr. Jones, my math teacher agrees, he said he’ll boost my final mark by five percent for every time I have sex with him.
Before this would be disgusting, now I see nothing wrong with it.
My math mark is at an A, I don’t even show up to class.
I have a boyfriend, his name is Dylin, He’s in grade twelve, he loves me, and he takes me home almost every day for sex.
Sometimes he gets really angry with the world, or with me.
I’ve gotten good at hiding bruises.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to feel loved.
Mr. Jones, my math teacher agrees, he said he’ll boost my final mark by five percent for every time I have sex with him.
Before this would be disgusting, now I see nothing wrong with it.
My math mark is at an A, I don’t even show up to class.
I have a boyfriend, his name is Dylin, He’s in grade twelve, he loves me, and he takes me home almost every day for sex.
Sometimes he gets really angry with the world, or with me.
I’ve gotten good at hiding bruises.