I feel bad about making you sneak out with me that one night, the very last one I had before I moved. I felt bad because me and B—- just compleatly ditched you, and that is a shitty thing to do. It’s like he expected something. That’s what I didn’t like about that night. He had a condom in his pocket. I was only sitting on his lap kissing him, when he mentions sex. He says he’d never pressure me to do anything.Yet, he was. I hate the fact that it seemed so well planned out. I also hated the fact he mentioned his ex. C’mon, seriously? I tried to act like I wasn’t upset from him expecting something that night, and talking about Her. Good thing no one can see if your crying in the dark.
