To the boys I have slept with,

 To the boy who took my virginity, to the boy who helped me cheat, to the boy that distracted me from my life, to the boy who made me feel worthless, to the boy who cared to much, to the boy who lead me on, to the boy who filled the void, to the boy who reminds me how weak I am. I have slept with eight guys, but only two were actual relationships. I have used sex as an outlet to feel wanted, to distract myself from the chaos around me, to avoid all my feelings. Only one of the boys knows I don't feel a thing physically and emotionally. I don't get a sense of gratification from having intercourse nor do I feel emotionally connected. I see it as a normal everyday act, like riding a bike or going to work. I don't have to love you or even like you, you don't need to know my deepest darkest secrets or even my last name. I don't care if I will ever see you again or work with you the next day. It has no meaning to me, and maybe that's a problem. I lack the ability to find a special meaning in something that to me holds no value. I have made reckless decisions as to who I sleep with but feel no remorse or concern.

   To the boy who took my virginity, I don't regret losing it to you as you were probably my most selfless lover. I regret not having the same emotional connection you did, I regret not being able to say that I was in love or that I couldn't stay faithful to just you. I have twisted the pureness of your love to fit my twisted and ill ways. The mistakes I made while being together were all my fault, and though I placed blame on you you should've never accepted it being your fault. I am a manipulative, insecure, and confused person. I don't know a healthy relationship from a bad one, I don't know how to treat others let alone know how others should treat me. I use physical affection to numb the fact that I'm not happy with myself. I take beautiful things and twist them into something unrecognizable. I am damaged to a point that I don't believe I can be repaired, there are these wounds that I was hoping you would help heal but reality is I keep reopening them and hurting myself. I don't know how to stop I don't know if I even want to. I self sabotage every relationship I have, my family, friends and significant others, I tried so hard to keep you away from all of that and I failed. I don't think I could ever forgive myself for changing someone with a beautiful heart into someone cold and uncaring. I made you the unaffectionate person that you have become, I am the toxic spill in your ocean of a life. I made you go through things a person should never go through, worries about my suicidal tendencies, family problems, lashing out, self hate and unnecessary arguments. I made you question your self worth and even compromise the one thing I had vowed not to do, you stayed after I cheated. You've stayed through all the fights, depression, my indiscretions, you've been an amazing boyfriends and an even better friend. I will go the rest of my life trying to be that good of a person, because through all the fucked up fights, my insane thought process, and horrible personality you love me, and I have always and will always love you. I just don't know how to stop self sabotaging. I think back to that afternoon, you were so sweet and caring, trying to make me feel comfortable and trying not to hurt me. I was this fragile thing to you, you held me so delicately. I don't think I was ready, but it still happened, and I don't want to lie and say I didn't try to stop it.
   I often wonder if I had waited until I fell in love with you would that have changed the choices I've made? Would I only sleep with people I care about or feel deeply about, or would I still hold sex as something meaningless. I can't go back and change what happened, and even if I could I don' think I would, because although I may not be proud of the people I have slept it happened and I'm not ashamed of it. The amount of partners I've had doesn't matter, I am comfortable with my sexuality enough to not care what others who don't matter think. It's my family's, it's Andrew's, it's Nate's, it's the people I let matter whose opinion mean something.