Not My Problem

“I really thought you were going to make me work harder for it.”

“Why would I punish you?” he said, bemused. “I know you mean it.”

I loved him for being like that and I promised myself I would never, ever take advantage of it again.

I’d expected something soft, quick, gentle. But I got heat. Of course I got heat. Meabh didn’t do anything without passion.

If you want to be my friend, you have to stop treating me like I don’t exist if you’re not looking directly at me

I don’t think you can make people stop being dicks,” he said thoughtfully. “They either will or they won’t on their own time. I don’t need them to be on my side. I just need someone who is, so I’m not alone. I need people I can talk to. And I have that now.

That’s why I don’t need to do PE. I get all my cardio from anxiety about what my mother is doing at any given moment.

morning-after pill

brushing work off