I am, without a doubt, THE school slut. It's not like I can help it, really. It's like an obssesion, I guess. Just having someone else's body next to mine, the passion. Like my own love story. Stories. Not just a story. I guess it's kind of bad, doing it with someone who you just met about 27 minutes ago. But it's not like we really remember any of it in the morning, anyway.
Mrs. Maski, my counsler, says it needs to stop. But I can't. I just....
Great. Now I'm sitting in front of my laptop crying. But let me clear that up real quick. Hannah Michelle Reaver does NOT cry for anyone or anything. Ever. You don't cry, you get tough. And when you get tough, you don't get hurt. And believe me, I'm never gonna get hurt ever again.
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