I never let it get out of hand, not even when I was drunk for dutch courage. Not even then. It was dark (he liked the lights out), and he licked my scar. All the way from top to bottom. And then my ear. It was fun.
I let him do that because he was cute, I was bored, it was about time. Single is a black label plastered to our sad, unhappy, angst ridden foreheads.
I spent the stupid un-sensible years of life being intelligent and sensible, and just as I relaxed my guard into the adulthood I relapse and get blindsided and turn into one peer pressured idiot cliché.
All because of that undesearving bastard.

I’m going to regret writing this in the morning. Oh well. Thats what happens when you have insomnia for so long i guess.