Well, that wasn't ever meant to be. Just tried to look up my father, who I've never had contact with. Thought I'd write him a letter.
Turns out he died in April.

I'm amazed at how devastated I feel.

I blame it on running a fever from a cold. I finally called up the guy and told him that I had feelings for him that weren't platonic. He then proceeded to tell me why he wouldn't be good for me. Finally I cut him off and asked him to simply answer if he'd consider it or not, yes or no ( Read more... )

There's nothing better than having the person you're falling in love with call you for relationship advice.
Well, there will be others. And if this was meant to work out with this person, it will, at some point.

I am notorious for having crushing, painful heartbreak weeks or even years after something happens, without warning, without a trigger, and I just double over because it's hard to imagine how else to keep what feels like my entire chest from shattering. If this pain were permanent or even lengthy, I wouldn't know how to survive it ( Read more... )

The trial date came and went. The man who attacked me is on a mountain of meds and all parties agree that psychiatric treatment is a better option than just convicting him and setting him loose on the street in 6 months when he gets out ( Read more... )

Met with the DA today. The guy has a previous rape conviction as a juvenile which will probably not be admissible in court. The DA is fighting to up this to a felony charge, because he knows this was attempted rape, but also knows he's going to have a hell of a time proving it in court. As it stands, all that can really seem to stick is a ( Read more... )

My attacker is out on a 'peace bond', which is similar to a restraining order. If he approaches me or harasses me, or sends anyone to do the same, he will lose his bond and go back to jail. Given the number of witnesses that are regularly threatened or killed in this city, a peace bond doesn't mean very much to me. I have pepper spray and I am ( Read more... )

I was out jogging Monday evening. I run with only one earbud so I can be aware of my surroundings, and customarily often look over my shoulder and all around for any sign of strangeness. I don't know if it was a customary look or intuition that made me look over my shoulder to see a man walking within two inches of me, directly behind me. I ( Read more... )

I can never bring myself to do it, but all it seems to take is dressing up, wearing a bit of makeup, and acting like a simpering idiot to get men to be interested in you. I fucking refuse.

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