I don't even know where to start; and yeah, a lot would say the best place to do it would be the beginning, but thing is, sometimes, boundaries are very blurry.
I had one thing to do, one single thing to focus: don't screw it up even more. One Saturday at detention was more than enough for the rest of my life (as my mom would say), that's where doing this kind of shit lead me to.
What kind of shit?
Well, part of it is depressing, other part is humiliating, and the last one is depressingly humiliating... or humiliatingly depressing, you can place your bet about that regard.
And what was all about? The thing is...
...no. I'm not ready to play nice, or to talk. I wanted to share my perspective in this issue, but it's too early, and very likely, I'd never be ready to do so.
Sorry... I can't talk... I can't speak... I just can't.
NOTE: FORTUNATELY FOR US, AND UNFORTUNATELY FOR HER, THIS STORY WILL BE NARRATED BY ME, NOT BY HER, SO EVEN IF SHE DOESN'T WANT TO SHARE, I WILL FOR HER. :)
ALLYSON: Say what?
NOTE: Nothing sweetie. Nothing.