"I don't know what I was thinking. He was a habit. Just a sixteen year older habit that had a car and cash and a bigger playground.
He made me grow up.
He made me grow old. I should have left after the growing up."


And I saw her, pale, with bags under her eyes.

"Girls have a thing with their firsts. I couldn't leave him. I kept going back.
And after all that shit, I couldn't say one thing good about him three months after our three year relationship. I mean who could you blame? He should've known. I was seventeen for christs sake."