alyshavilliard
I'm a convict. a convict, of love. Fuck all of you. I'm drunk. And I really love her. Or want her. Or lust after her. Like I've never done before. And it fucking sucks, much like how I imagine being an actual convict must suck. I feel trapped. I feel like I'm going to feel this way forever. A convict.
The first time I saw Claire was in the art and architecture building. She was beautiful. Her eyebrows thick, hair long. Beautiful. I was attracted to her, and the first time I kissed her mouth, I felt nothing. She was beautiful. I was attracted. But she wasn't mine.
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