Because It's Not Love

We had sex 3 times in a row for about 2 hours. And what made me feel guilty about it was the fact that I was sober...the whole time.

It was fine with me for losing my virginity when I was actually quite drunk—which was probably not ALL my fault (technically)—but to do it the next morning for a few times and you were actually enjoying it was another thing. I didn't know if I should feel happy that I now could finally call myself a 'woman', or feel stupid because I let a guy use my body so easily. I hated the thought of the latter.

I blamed Carson for everything...