Just cuz I went camping with you doesn’t mean I said yes to having s** with you.
Just cuz I agreed have a few drinks doesn’t mean I wanted to be drugged.
Did you really think me saying no and pushing you off meant yes.
I woke up with bruises all over, and a pounding headache with no memory of the night. But slowly most of them have come back and each time its like a punch in the stomach.
Why do this to someone? do you get joy from someone else’s pain? do you get off on someone else falling apart cuz of something you did?
