this time i was struggling, fighting to open my mouth
the door was closed and i was screaming so hard.
my voice would not work.
i screamed "fuck you, you have ruined my life" but i dont think he heard me...i dont think he heard me say "you are a fucking rapist piece of shit & i hope you die the slowest, most horrifying death that ever was".... i wish he had.
the saddest thing is that i know he tells people that i am crazy.
it infuriates me.
i see how people look at me, i see the hesitation when they are telling a story and have to omit his name.
i am not invited places...
FUCK YOU. you'll get yours you fucking piece of trash.
i dont know why i cant just put this to rest. i need not to get back to drinking....