But I wasn‘t a child. I wasn‘t a virgin. I already knew things. Womanly things, like love is overrated and pleasure is a right.

But a careless little bitch who didn‘t know what she was talking about is not as bad as what I actually was: someone who would rather other people think of her as a careless little bitch who didn‘t know what she was talking about than not think of her at all.

I am what I am. To look for reasons is beside the point.