I haven't even had the scent of ***** lingering around me since we ******, nonetheless had it running down my throat. It's finding it's way to my veins and going straight for my heart, just like you did, except nothing will ever burn as much as your touch. Nothing will ever feel the way it felt to hold you. My mother once told me that there will always be boys who take advantage of you and that you will learn to be okay with it, but if taking shot after shot is learning to be okay with it then I don't wanna be in this class anymore. If this is what it takes to survive then id rather be dead.