Don't tell me it's going to fucking be okay! I am not okay with being that fucker's pinata!
That's how it started: a series of small hurts and excuses between two people that built up slowly, widening over time to form a vast and yawning divide.
Why did this keep happening? Why her? Perhaps there was some pheromone certain people omitted, perceivable only on a wavelength unique to those individuals who preyed on them.
Lisa blamed , and the preconceived notions about men (especially dangerous men) that it tended to form in the impressionable adolescent mind.
Fuck your manners." "You don't have to settle for just my manners.
