Sometimes I get so excited… …when I see a rape scene in a movie. I am SO ashamed and frightened… …even though I could never hurt someone like that.
Sometimes I wish I’d be raped. Just so I can feel Wanted Despite My UGLINESS.
I was raped when I was hospitalized, my parents told the doctor. Nobody believes me…
The one guy who hasn’t raped me was the one I sent to prison…
Before I was raped, I was chunky..but not fat or depressed. Now I’m both. I wanna go back to this picture.
It’s not that he raped me, it’s that I ENJOYED it.
Your brother RAPED me. And somewhere in this horrible, awful mess, I know you blame and hate me. And I hope you never have to know that I’m in love with you.
I love you so much, if you ever leave me, I may kill myself because there will never be another person like you.. …but at the same time, I’m scared that if I tel you your best friend raped me, you’ll choose him over me.