2005-06-06 7:46 a.m.
Horrible Nightmare.
It's terrifying to think of writing in my diary about what's happened. I so badly want to express how disgusted he made me feel, but I can't seem to get the strength. Almost, as if I never type it, or say it, it will never be true, it will all be a dream. Oh god how I wish this was only a dream. A sick, horrible nightmare.
His rough, dry hands, touching me in those places.
To this day I can't handle the smell of menthol cigarettes and bengay.
I feel like throwing up just thinking of it
before and after
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