She said that she wanted to get high.

He took her to the tallest hill in town.

She said that she wanted to stay up all night and drink.

He gave her a 12 pack of caffeinated Pepsi and said, "Drink up."

She said that she wanted to shoot herself in the face.

He gave her a water gun, put her finger on the trigger,
aimed it at her face, and helped her pull the trigger.

She said that she wanted to cut herself.

He took a picture of her, handed it to her along
with scissors, and had her cut it up.

She said that she wanted to see her blood.

He took her to get her ears pierced.

She said that she wanted to cry herself to sleep.

He had her watch a sad, romantic movie before bed.

She said that she wanted to be alone.

He gave her a name tag that said "My Name Is: Alone."

She said that she wanted to have someone there to take
care of her, always.

He asked when he wasn't

sometimes, i do believe that i am a whore. not because of what i wear or how i act, but what i think about. no no, i am not always aroused, heck i don't think i ever am. no, its what has happened, what is going on now, and what will continue to happen. i grew up, not wanting to know about sex, and yet, guess who seems to find it? me.
i agree, i was not introduced to it well. and i should have been able to stop it.
my thoughts have left me now.
goodbye.

i am tired of trying to be perfect for you.