I'm Not Who Everyone Thinks I Am

18.

Marshall texted me today.
He wanted to know if I was up for a party in his pants.

I turned the phone off.
Never again.

I will not let any living soul take advantage of my body ever again.
Unless... maybe... that living soul was Madison Johnson.

Oh man, I need to get over her.
But what if I can't?

She doesn't care for me the same way.
But a part of me still dreams... maybe one day.

No. Never.

I am desperate.