So last night I snuck out and spent my first whole night with M. He took me to a hotel. He said we could go there to spend time together – we couldn’t go back to his house because his mum isn’t well. It wasn’t a very nice hotel but it was more important that we were together. I didn’t like the way the people working there looked at me. What’s their problem????!!! We did stuff. It hurt. But he told me it will get better. He took a photo of me, I didn’t like the photo.
It wasn’t cold but I felt so cold, well I couldnt stop shivering. And I love him but I wanted to cry. I don’t know why maybe Im getting sick too. Am so frickn stressed about my gcses and everything, so that’s it.
Mum and Dad went mental when I got home. No joke – called the police and everything. I just wanted to be by myself. I wanted to curl up small and sleep.