I couldn’t say a word I wanted to. XXX I never wanted it to end. My mind exploded in something and I couldn’t think, I couldn’t comprehend anything. My vagina was chilling. I broke my hymen thinking about him. Maybe it’s just me though. Never them. I laid in bed thinking about him, trying to fall asleep. I loved being around him, I think at times that I might have liked him too much. Why do I weep when the guy gets hurt; regardless of whether the female is sad, regardless of whether she even knows about it? Instead of saying that my manically depressed older brother would be returning for the school year to seek seclusion in his room while he moped over his dead girlfriend, she gave me permission to buy junk food.
