Another wave of sobs hit me.
“I just wanted to feel safe. That’s all I ever f*****g wanted. I just wanted to be loved and respected and wanted in a way that didn’t make me feel like my body was a transaction. I didn’t want to be cool or hot or easy. I just wanted someone to see me and say, ‘You’re enough even if you never take your clothes off.’”
I wiped my eyes with the back of my trembling hand.
“And instead, I got a boy who called me boring and a best friend who called me dramatic while she had his d**k in her mouth.”
I choked.
“God. Why do I talk like this.”
I started laughing again, but it was the manic kind, like the cry was too deep and too sharp so it turned into a giggle halfway through.
“I’m a mess. I’m a full disaster. I’m going to end up in someone’s group chat as a meme
