Dream on...
2:52 p.m. & 2004-11-14

I still have nightmares about that one night with that one boy. I sometimes wake up crying soundlessly and on the ground, clinging to sweaty sheets. My heart pounding with unexplicable fear...and longing. Because I still miss him sometimes every day. And I hate myself for that. He never loved me. He abused me.

He almost raped me.

(Luckily the bruises are fading)

When my friend will lean over like she's going to hug me I flinch. I am still so wary of contact. I cant take it. It brings back the past...the memories...and I FUCKING HATE THAT.

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