At twenty-one, I lost the evidence of my innocence and purity. I lost my virginity.
Come to think of it, everyone would think I’m pathetic for complaining about it when I’m old enough for it. I’m old-fashioned to stay a virgin at this age. Well, I no longer hold that title. Most women younger than me had lost the precious thing already. I don’t mind it because I also don’t have time to interact and socialize with other people. Making friendships is not important to me. When danger comes, we have to move anyway and forget about our previous life. And I know I won't just give it to anyone I barely know.
It’s also the old folks who keep on making remarks at how aggressive and a slave to the feelings of youth nowadays. Who are we to control a sudden burst of emotion, right? Especially a very
