I was raped by my best friend when I was 12, and I’ve never told anyone. Rather than getting better I just fester and fester about how angry I am that it happened, even five years after, but I make no moves for therapy or mental help. No, I’m not the kind of person who doesn’t accept things as the way they are, someone who fights something they can’t change. I’m a coward who can’t face the day-after-day horrors of what they did to me any longer. I simply fight not it face it anymore. I don’t fight to get better.