“I’m the kind of girl who has a restless mind and impatient legs…
I watch as her fingers nervously flicked the well worn elastic of her white cotton panties.
I want you to ruin me.”
Diary entry from this time last year
(I didn't realise how sad I was until it was all over):
My days consist of; waking and hoping to be pain free, hot cups of tea on the way to school, forcing myself to get through classes, forcing myself to sit through lunch and recess, getting the scenic bus home, lying in bed or watching TV and lots of emailing.