“I’ve loved wewe from the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared of the way I felt. wewe know, loving a girl. I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch, kahaba to make it feel normal. I screwed guys to make it go away, but it didn’t work.
When we got together, it scared the shit out of me, because wewe were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed wewe away. I made wewe think things were your fault. But. Really I was just terrified of the pain.
I screwed that girl Sophia, to kind of spite wewe for having that...