I grew up with s***** friends that used me as a kissing booth.
I didn’t know it was wrong because she was older than me, so I thought it was normal. So I did that type of stuff with my other friends until I moved to a different school, and now I look back at my childhood and that’s all I can remember. I’m asexual now, because any type of thoughts of any s***** activity makes me want to puke and sob. I don’t even remember my first kiss even though something like that I feel would be important, I can’t look at my past without blaming myself but it wasn’t my fault.
