school

growing up at school in class the boys would play snog marry and avoid. i was always chosen to be avoided. up until the age of sixteen no one ever called me beautiful it didn’t bother me i didn’t need the word to come out of someone else’s mouth for me to believe it.

when i left school and the late bloomers hit puberty i all of a sudden became the person the boys wanted to text and sext.

the texts never really flowed until it hit 10pm and i would be lying in my bed constantly being asked what i was wearing and by 2am i would be asked what i would do if they was in my bed right now.

even to this day i have no response to that

my one safety zone was being used as a pit stop for a sleep with me then delete me.

never have i ever been treated with respect by these boys. never have i ever received a text asking how my day had been rather than my night because the minute i reply boring my window becomes a front door and the boy who said they would avoid me is now inside me.

-my school life summed up