i hate it when ppl ask me what happen on tat day..
and they actualli laugh at it..
fine...
i will say it out...
sorri to those who find it offencesive...
but i dun wanna repeat...
i can feel e pain..
it happen to me..
i walk home,,,
entered e lift...
there ish this idiot guy who went in also...
he started unzippin...
yes...
but i choose not to turn back...
i was tremblein with fear..
but no one was there..
i wanted to scream but i was too scared to..
then he started masturbatin...
i dunno wat to do then..
i wanted to cry out loud...
but my voice was shut...
i was in a deep lost of wat to do...
den e door open...
i ran out..
e guy was there to...
i called for help to my sis..
they rush up...
but couldn't catch up with e guy..
how i was afraid to meet up with e guy..
but i gotta go on my daily life...
ppl tot i was just nth..
nth affected me..
how i wanted to tell them...
NONONO!!
how i was afraid to go out everyday..
my heart...
couldnt stop beatin fast...
i scared tat could happen again...
but can i help?!
i dun wan it either...
i hate it when they laugh and ask me what went wrong...
maybe oni to e ppl who suffer or gone through it themselve noe wat i am sayin deepli...
they noe how i feel..
but to all my fren...
dun anyhow judge e whole process...
cos it deeply affected our thinkin and feelin...
it make us feel tat we are thrash in e whole world...
what make it so unfair to choose us??
why??
i dun understand..
but i HATE it...