so the last time you heard from me, I was in a bad place. I had a controlling, abusive boyfriend that mad me scared to talk to anyone. but that wasn't the only thing he did. he made it hard for me to know what love was. I have a definition for love, but he changed that for me, made me think that if this is what love is I don't want any part of it.
a new girl comes into my class... girl. looks like a boy, pants that are to big if she don't have a belt on they would fall off. undershirt, t-shirt, and never forget the jacket. skater shoes, Oo how I love skater shoes. no long hair for her. she want to be a guy, the way looks walks and talks. yo