There was once a girl who had too much sex, who met a boy who had done too many drugs. When the boy inquired as to how great it must be to have sex all the time, the girl embraced him and began to cry. She told him that it was empty, barren, and depraved. She sobbed that her existence was one of disgust and degradation.

When the boy heard this he too cried, for the girl’s life sounded like his own. And they cried together with enough intensity to wash away their fears. So they had sex and did drugs together, because that is all they knew how to do.

The girl could not bring herself to trust the boy, and the boy could not trust himself. They hurt each other more deeply than they had hurt anyone before, even though they cared for each other more than anyone before. The girl killed herself when the boy overdosed on drugs. They were buried together as lovers. Nothing could be further from the truth.