CHAPTER 1
I wasn’t always like this, you know. Wasn’t always such a mess. Back in high school — you might have a hard time believing me — but back then I was this big overachiever. Straight As, college scholarships, you name it. But you’re not here to talk about the glory days, are you?
You asked for the details, the gritty, hideous truth, the shame-filled reality of my past that’s too difficult to speak of. Which explains why I’m writing it all out. You said you wanted to understand better. Figure out why I’ve made the choices I have, as much as it hurts us both. So here I am, baring my entire soul to you.
I’m ready.
I just wonder if you are.
When I asked you what I was supposed to write, you answered with a very cryptic, “Whatever you think’s important,” and I’ve spent the past week
