Sunday, July 04, 2004
"With my hands around your neck, who would stop me now? I never want it to hurt more than it should".
I'm going to have sex with Matt Lovato when he's 36 and I, 27. Haha.
Cleopatra! Wheee.
Was reading a rape fic. Got me thinking. Every one of my close friends that i have talked about getting raped with always end up saying stuff like "god, i'll kill myself", "i'll cut off his penis" and you know the likes, I agreed with my friends but we all know, there is life after rape. People, probably covered in blood with sore asses or vaginas, got up, went to wash themselves in hopes of washing away the pain, shame and anger. They'd bottle it all inside and the scenes of the rape would play over and over again in their minds. Imagine the betrayal you'd be feeling if the rapist is someone close to you, you would feel like killing them or moreover, killing yourself but people survive and they'll go on.
Envy drowned in words at 16:00
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