Charn

Having always been mature for my age, it made sense that I hung out with older people. My first boyfriend was 15 and wanted to have sex. I didn’t, and told him so. He told me if I didn’t want him to break up with me, then I’d be a “good girlfriend” and give him what he wanted. I did, scared to lose him, but hating myself for it.
I was 12.

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