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We all had our roles to play, and I was The Bitch.
“Holy shit, so you’re a wait-until-marriage, I-will-only-ever-have-sex-with-my-husband kind of girl?”
Filming the first season of the show was perfect. The second season was when it all went to shit.
What starts as pure excitement from getting to be around you can turn, without warning, to anger that you won’t give them what they want.
Maybe the trick to dealing with the guilt is not to get as far away from it as possible, but to hurtle directly into the center of it.
Still, there’s something about your first love. Some part of you, the part that longs for who you used to be, will always care too much about them. They will always be . . . charged, if you are lucky or unlucky enough to encounter them again.
When you’re young, and you love someone, want to be them, and resent them all at the same time, it’s hard to step back and separate out those different feelings. They just become one big swirl of emotion, and it’s easy enough to label it as hate.
But what good is it to become the bigger person when nobody else has to change?”
I am human, and I messed up deeply. Someday I’ll mess up again. We always do. The thing that makes us good isn’t whether or not we mess up, but whether or not we try to make it right.