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Fun is for people with parents Fun is for people who don’t have gaping holes in their chest where love used to reside

I had nothing better to do, so I endeavored to have fun Too much fun Too much alcohol Too much sun Too many handsome Spanish men with too friendly hands

At least I was feeling so

I was doing body shots in a string bikini when Devan appeared like so his way up my stoerent drunk ass into it, and took e

At that point, I’d convinced myself that he couldn’t possibly be that handsome, that it was all a fiction my traumatized sixteen-year-old brain had created in the midst of the worst trauma of my life Silly me Of course he was that handsome, of course he was even colder than I remembered

So I did it again for my twentieth birthday A frat costume party, because of course I was dressed in the sluttiest schoolgirl costume I could find, a request frouy so bad he alain

It beca hiht of the year beca wrong in h to show up and ht of the year when I can’t stand being in my own skin

The rest of the time?

I’irl Too much money Too many friends who aren’t really friends at all Too many boys ant oods

It’s tirow up and putafter a le night of the year I’ll never truly escape the night my parents died Trauma like that writes itself into your very bones But that doesn’t rief and let it pull me under Not anymore

I pro my birthday as an excuse to cut myself open just so I can be sure I still bleed

Later I’ll do all the right things later