And when he left, he blended in with the rest. And I changed my sheets and cried in the shower, while trying to scrub off what was left of our friendship.
I’m no longer scared of being who I am or liking who I like. I shout it from the rooftops every chance that I get.
So, I am curious: when does one become a “slut”?
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