Monica Murphy

Sometimes I would think you weren’t real. You couldn’t be that perfect

I have no idea what it’s like, to be in a normal relationship. Something long-term and full of love. I’m young, almost twenty, I still have plenty of time.

But I long for that. For a man to look at me with hunger in his gaze. To reach for me as if he can’t help himself. I want to be adored. Ravished. Loved. I want it to be big and wonderful and messy and overwhelming.

there’s power in knowing that someone wants you.

I remember how he made me feel. His cruel words, his brutal kiss.

I’ve been chasing after that feeling ever since.

Money protects you. Insulates you. Those who win in the game of life, always win when they have the most money.

Unfair, but whoever said life was fair? I’ve also learned that the hard way.

He was so jaded, as if he’d seen and done everything already, and he wasn’t impressed.

Because you’re attracted to him. Despite everything he’s done and said, you like the idea of being with him. You crave what he can give you.

Life is one big game, and I’m too young to give in. I can’t lose.

I hate being indebted to people. It’s the worst thing you could ever do, a sign of weakness. And there’s nothing more I hate than weakness.

A girl can protect her virtue for only so long.