Emily Lindin posts her journal entries from her sixth-grade year, when everyone at her school decided she was a slut. Terrifying and sad, but it’s a bold effort on her part to inspire and achieve catharsis.
He said, “Why not? Come on.” I told him I wasn’t sure I trusted him enough, and he promised me he wouldn’t dump me. During this chat, it became perfectly clear to me that he was drunk. Those few shots we had had earlier in Matt’s dining room had really done a lot for him. […]
But he was on top of me and I didn’t want to disappoint him.
Via XX Factor.