I wrote commented on someone’s blog last night something that still makes me feel sick, something that I’ve been too ashamed to tell anyone. When I was raped I was wearing one of those goth shop tops with the dark fairy prints and bitch and fuck and slut and stuff written all over it. Admitting it to someone after all these years has just made me feel a million times worse.
I should blame myself for what happened.
It was my fault.
Every day is a contant battle between fighting and giving up.
I feel so fucking awful.