I wanted to clean up my image and not be a humiliation to him every damn day, but I was still me. I couldn’t erase my past. I was used up and dirty. I always had been. There was no way of fixing that. There was no magic spell to eradicate my memories. Knowing that I’d given my body to a boy I couldn’t bear to remember made me want to hold my breath forever. It made me want to peel the skin from my bones. Shame. That was all I was left with.
:'(
