i know, up here, i'll be proven guilty
ive been trying lately to listen.
theres this theory that the person most likely to get raped is someone who already has. its why what happened with daniel is as upsetting as it is. once is a fluke. twice is a pattern.
ive wondered for a while if i attract the same people. but in some ways daniel didnt ever fit. talking with a friend the other night i learned somethings about him. learned he was planning to get married. learned it all fell apart. learned he never got over it. it suddenly hit me. daniel doesnt have that sense of tragedy that surround so many of us.
lets face it the best thing about chad was that he fixed my necklace.
at some point some of us learned to communicate in sadness. we learned to let it slip through our words and deeds. at some point we let it change our mannerisms.
i think about what sets me apart, why i tend to be cyclical, and i compare myself to others. i look at people from highschool and see them happy. i look at this divide, this huge expanse that lies between us and i see sadness.
someone told me today that there are men who will beat their wives for years and years and never feel any remorse, it will always be her fault that she made him do that.
from here i can see eternity.
theres this theory that the person most likely to get raped is someone who already has. its why what happened with daniel is as upsetting as it is. once is a fluke. twice is a pattern.
ive wondered for a while if i attract the same people. but in some ways daniel didnt ever fit. talking with a friend the other night i learned somethings about him. learned he was planning to get married. learned it all fell apart. learned he never got over it. it suddenly hit me. daniel doesnt have that sense of tragedy that surround so many of us.
lets face it the best thing about chad was that he fixed my necklace.
at some point some of us learned to communicate in sadness. we learned to let it slip through our words and deeds. at some point we let it change our mannerisms.
i think about what sets me apart, why i tend to be cyclical, and i compare myself to others. i look at people from highschool and see them happy. i look at this divide, this huge expanse that lies between us and i see sadness.
someone told me today that there are men who will beat their wives for years and years and never feel any remorse, it will always be her fault that she made him do that.
from here i can see eternity.