He hurt me so much more than I let on
It comes back to me suddenly, cued by a turn of phrase or the angle of a branch. A choking sound, a soft hand. Things like this.
The trouble with sadists is that they will never be sorry, and anything you tell them to try to make them have empathy, only makes them more powerful.
That's not what I wanted to write about. What was it I wanted to write about? My guts haven't moved in a few days. Really painful. Black pellets. Drugs do nothing. This isn't what I want to talk about, either.
All I do is talk at Cody. What a nice man. I'm not afraid of him at all. I don't think he would ever hurt anybody.
I'm going to have to deal with this toy dungeon shit eventually. I just don't know how. I don't know who will help me with it. I don't know what to do.
The trouble with sadists is that they will never be sorry, and anything you tell them to try to make them have empathy, only makes them more powerful.
That's not what I wanted to write about. What was it I wanted to write about? My guts haven't moved in a few days. Really painful. Black pellets. Drugs do nothing. This isn't what I want to talk about, either.
All I do is talk at Cody. What a nice man. I'm not afraid of him at all. I don't think he would ever hurt anybody.
I'm going to have to deal with this toy dungeon shit eventually. I just don't know how. I don't know who will help me with it. I don't know what to do.