(via cicconeyouthh)

I’ve just got to make a post on this account. I used to sing this line, thousands of times a week. I was young, maybe 15, and for the first time I was in love. Scratch that, I was in complete lust and adoration. We went to a bowling alley. He knew the guy behind the bar. We got free drinks. He complimented my jumper. I saw him bowl drunk, he wasn’t very good. He took me to the stair case, extremely open and available to all the other patrons at the bowling alley. He shoved me against the wall. He touched me. 

That stair case, that was my rage and three kinds of yes, my place of regret.