Everyone got to date , I used to think it was a big deal when a boy asked me out . Rare as it was . I used to be soo excited and flattered . Then I met a boy , who said to me , if I were a little bit thinner , he would date me . Sadly I was not insulted back then. I was flattered. Wtf happened to that girl ?? I was 17 when he said that.

Oh but then I’d meet some real “men” .. controllers that would teach me all the mysteries about the secrets of guys . Wow and then they taught me to be quiet and anonymous. To be a s** slave . To be a victim. And the rare occasion I’d try to fight back .. they ripped nails off my feet , tortured me 16 hours until my breasts . Were in agony. And then to add insult to injury , they murdered my friend. Made it look like an accident. But it wasn’t.

And my truth is ? I hope they rot in hell I hate them . True hate, the kind that simmers and is still and quiet. But hidden deeply within my soul. I hate them!