Where does it end? For so long I presumed it was my fault because I was a little free and easy. I do not mind admitting this now, it is not a crime. Neither is drinking too much or taking drugs. That is self abuse. So who in the hell gave these perverts the right to take advantage of us. Though it does not end there because then, we blame ourselfs! We live in fear and constantly question our past, while those who offend us walk around with no remorse. Well that just tells me they have no conscience or morality to rule them. I do and feel proud to say it. My innocence has gone but my heart remains intact, I use my hate of 'THE VIOLATER' to energise my drive to want to do better in life and strive for everything I desire. And I achieve it, I just needed to get that off my chest. But I feel so good and so much better about myself, especially when I see him because he is so pathetic.
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