~June 17th~
You said it would be fun, Cindy. You said so yourself. Why did you lie to me? I thought you were my friend. I mean I'll admit that I enjoyed the fair. The merry-go-round wass too much fun, the roller coasters were wicked, and the cotton candy was to die for. But then I remembered that it was getting a little dark. The sun was setting and I couldn't find you. You were my ride home and I couldn't find you. I ran all over the fair, calling your name, trying to find you. I was worried, Cindy. I ran into those guys you always talked about. The same ones you said were so cool. They weren't cool, Cindy. Cindy, they touched me. They grobbed me. I was scared Cindy. And after, I was crying after they left me. I thought you said the first time would be fun. Especially with them. It wasn't. I went straight home, crying and scared. You said it would be fun, Cindy. You said so yourself. Why did you lie to me, Cindy? Why?
