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sake:
    Yes, you’re the black sheep.
    Yes, you’ve been to jail.
    No, you’ve never been arrested for drugs.
    Yes, you’ve broken hearts.
    Did I get that right?
    No wrecks on the tractor although I did back my brother against a barbed-wire fence with it and held him there for ten minutes because he kept teasing me about a boy in my class when I was 11. He never teased me about boys again.
    Those are some very nice goals. Mine? To get as much information to the people that I can even if it means stepping on toes. What can I say? I’m a fighter for the rights of people everywhere =) And I’m pretty sure it’ll make me happy, and I hope others will be happy too because they’ll be well-informed.
    xo
    Oh, God. I didn’t know if I should leave exes and ohs or not, but I decided to go with it, cringing a bit when I hit “Send.” I guess I’d see whether I’d made a colossal mistake when he wrote back. And that he did a few minutes later.
    ______________________________________
    From: 9543254
    Subject: Trouble-making screw-up
    Date: September 18, 11:13 p.m.
    To: 9565876
    Black sheep, yes.
    Jail, yes.
    Drugs, no.
    Broken hearts? Yes. Lots. Not bragging, but I’ve had a lot of girlfriends, and by a lot, I mean, a lot. Does that intimidate you? Have you only had the one boyfriend? Just curious.
    And just as I thought. You’re badass…
    xx
    Wow. He was being so open about everything, so I thought I’d strike while the iron was hot.
    ______________________________________
    From: 9565876
    Subject: Trouble-making screw-up
    Date: September 18, 11:20 p.m.
    To: 9543254
    What makes you the black sheep?
    Jail? Care to explain? Lol
    Good on no drugs.
    A lot, huh? Are we talking double digits? Triple? How many is a lot? 20? And you’ve broken all their hearts?
    Have you ever had your heart broken?
    Yes, only one “real” boyfriend. We dated for two years, but after graduating high school two years ago, he went to Johns Hopkins pre-med and I went to college closer to home. We tried the long-distance thing, but had to call it quits after six months. It was too hard keeping up with each other. Besides, he was two hours ahead in Baltimore, so that made it tough to even talk by phone because he was always tired from studying. So when it was ten my time, it was midnight there so we rarely connected. Now here comes the hard part of it all. Even though I’d planned on breaking up with him, it wasn’t until after I found out that he and my best friend had been “talking” (which is code for screwing like rabbits) for over a year that we did. I was so hurt. I mean, our relationship had pretty much run its course, so it wasn’t really that. It was just the betrayal of it all that got me the most. I’ve had some trust issues ever since. I’m sure you can understand.
    The thing that really pissed me off about it all was when I found out and confronted him on the phone, he tried telling me he was “fucked up” and that I should’ve stayed away from the start. I had no idea what that meant, other than it was just an excuse for his being a cheating scumbag. God, such a copout.
    But, yeah, I not only lost a boyfriend, I lost my best friend of thirteen years too, which was what really sucked. I’ve dated a couple guys over the last year but nothing serious…
    Have you ever been serious with a girl?
    xo
    ______________________________________
    From: 9543254
    Subject: Trouble-making screw-up
    Date: September 18, 11:23 p.m.
    To: 9565876
    I’m the black sheep because I’m a hellraiser (according to my oldest brother).
    Jail for DUI my sophomore year in high school, breaking and entering (a friend and I broke into our high school just to be dicks), and possession of stolen property (jealous ex had given me an old iPhone of hers then called the cops