“What I couldn’t handle wasn’t the dropping of me as a friend – although that stung like an African Killer Bee – but the selling out of who-you-are and what’s-important-to-you just because a boy likes it. To me that made you a traitor against girl kind... against yourself.”

“What I couldn’t handle wasn’t the dropping of me as a friend – although that stung like an African Killer Bee – but the selling out of who-you-are and what’s-important-to-you just because a boy likes it. To me that made you a traitor against girl kind... against yourself.”

— Holly Bourne