Almost all of you. All of you except you,” she said, her eyes looking up at me with a little of their regular spark in them. I grinned in reply. “...hy can’t I find a guy like you? A guy who can actually talk with me, who gives a shit about me, who wants to make me happy the way I would make him happy? The way you make me happy?” She sniffled again, her green eyes shining up at me. “Why can’t I find someone like you?” I smiled slowly. “Well, Punkin, you deserve nothing but the absolute best, but. “It seems like your normal personality. It makes sense that you’re promiscuous. You have a natural way with talking to people, with a high sex drive, and you’re in an institution surrounded by hormonal young adults.” She scribbled a few notes down. “It’s not an inherently bad thing, but it’s good to be aware of it.”“Oh hell yeah.” I replied without hesitation. “It’s always good to be self-aware. If I was self-aware a few months back, none of this would have happened.”“Well, it happened.” Mira. I let her and I moved to a different part of the city, a new place, a new job, and a new life. There too I started working in a restaurant, a Kebab restaurant. Life seemed fun. I spent time with my new Indian friend Hodor (again, weird name, I know) and our restaurant owner, a nerdy young boy named Adam.I had started forgetting her. Then today happened. Masturbating for the third time this evening, I stepped out of the common washroom. For the entire evening, a family had rented our restaurant. As much as she tried not to think about Mr. Hoffman, she found herself wondering if he has a family or a girlfriend. She tried not to think about the consequences if the story of what she did got out. It may perhaps leak to the press. She, would disgust the world. Everyone would hate her, including her family, her best friend.She shuddered at that thought. “Mom is it okay if I don’t go to school today?” she asked looking somewhat distressed.“I don’t think so honey, why is it that you don’t want.