Dear Reader,
I have a need to tell you and only you my story. My history really. Because that’s what it is history. Don’t worry there will be no quiz afterwards. I need someone to know all or most or some of my misdeeds, wants, dreams, nightmares, my sins. I want to confess as clichéd and unoriginal as it sounds. I need you a complete stranger to know me or at least understand me. I want you to know that when I was a teenager I fell in love with two boys at the same time. The boy I should have never kept and the boy I could never keep. I want you to know that once the boy I should have never kept beat me so badly I could barely move for three days. I want you to know that I did not leave him. I want you to know that the boy I could never keep was his friend. I want you to know that I had an affair with him. I want you to know their names. I want you to know when I was eighteen I went wild. I want you to know about the time I kissed a boy all night. I want you to know that I cut my wrist just to let the pain out. I want you to know I got drunk one night and called an ex-boyfriend to tell him how my new lover fucks me. I want you to know he stayed on the phone. I want you to know about the time I made a man I loved cry in the middle of a department store and I walked away laughing. I want you to know the time I got revenge on a girl for saving my life. I want you to know all of these things and so much more. So keep tuning in and I will keep writing. I have no choice…
