March 22, 1998
Bad news. Bad, bad news. Jenna called and told me that she had just been at the pizza place, and Steph and Zach were there. The three of them went up to the train tracks, and Steph and Zach were making out.
I feel like I’ve been ripped in half and gutted and then had my guts stuffed down my throat. [Well. That was graphic.]
Zach and Steph went alone to the pizza place and happened to meet Jenna there and then… they were making out. How could she? How could he?
I feel so dead. Out of all my peers that I have ever loved, I’ve never lovedanyone as much as I loved those two. And then they betrayed me… together.
I can just picture them kissing, grabbing onto each other, so in love. Like me and Zach used to be. Only now it’s Steph and Zach. And neither of them care about me anymore. They don’t even feel guilty.
[And now here it comes… the poetry.]
You kiss a girl, you don’t care who,
As long as she’s in love with you.
Let’s see how many you can do
Without them knowing you’re untrue.
You get somewhere and then you’re done.
You use them and you think it’s fun.
You swear your love for every one.
They fall for you, and then you run.
[Here are some more things about you that are horrible… oh, it’s over? Sorry.]
YOU ARE READING
The UnSlut Project
Non-FictionI was the 6th-grade "slut." And I kept a diary. So I decided to create The UnSlut Project in the hopes that my own diary entries could provide some perspective to girls who currently feel trapped and ashamed. I am publishing these entries one at a...
