Last night, I lost my virginity to someone I didn't know. I drank too much and I just gave into this guy's affection. I didn't mean to...it just happened. He kept touching me and pressing his face into my neck. I was too dizzy to stop him. Actually, I think I liked that he kept touching me.
He finally brought me to his room, it was covered in Metallica posters. Perhaps I should have noticed something wrong, but when you're drunk you just don't give a damn. I think he took off my shirt and then my pants. It was really hard to remember; it was a bit of a blur. The whole time I was wondering if I should continue with this. I was also wondering where Nat was and if she was okay. She left with some guy she didn't know either. We were too irresponsible last night.
I found blood on my panties this morning, it was the most disturbing image ever.
One more thing,
I am totally kidding.
This is why you can't trust a writer.
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