These are their stories. Clang, Clang. 215: With Rory my abstinence was over. Lots of stories. He had crystals around his apartment. I thought they were evil. hmm. I thought he was worshipping them. I wasn’t use to physical objects and spirituality mixed. I grew to understand.
He was cute. I was always so proud of him. Of course he still is, and I still am proud of him. One gets carried away when they have someone they can look up to and be romantically involved with at the same time. I lost a little bit of myself. He wanted to reshape me. Mother Mercy. I have no control over all of this. And I know I’m not perfect. What am I actually saying?!
