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I’ll pay you like tuesday and shit

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Black out drunk sex is fucked.

Like theres girls that are like imma get laid tonight. Next morning you wake up and think 'aw fuck, who the fuck is this? He cute thou'

But then there's the girls that black out with no intention to get laid but did anyways and their like 'well fuck, oh well."

Then theres those girls that wake up confused and scared that they're in a random guys house and freaks out in the inside like 'why why why and how? And why did this happen to me?'

Now which one would you say is considered rape/sexual assault?

Because no matter which one it is, most guys say "you guys just turn it around saying it was rape after because you regretted it"

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shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.

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Signs aren’t always there. I didn’t notice them. I saw some but I didn’t take time to really focus on them.

My friend, my best friend from high school committed suicide in our 11th year of school. She was the most happy go lucky girl, always smiling, always laughing, always joking. She made me the person I em today. I was a shy, quiet girl then I met her in grade 9 ojibwe class and it was a life changer. She was the total opposite, loud, outspoken. She loved to laugh, make others happy. Its like she made it her goal to have people laughing around her. Even when she’d have a bad day, she still had a beautiful smile on her face.

I knew she was troubled, she was talking to a therapist, she was talking to me. She had a girlfriend, this girl was my friend too. She broke up with my best friend. She was the most heartbroken girl ive ever seen. She didn’t go to school that day, so i called her and asked her how she was doing, because things were going crazy the night before, she was texting me what was all being said amongst another and one was texting me to calm her down because my bestfriend was pissed. She was full on pissed, called her many many names, it was a nasty break up. So i did my best, calmed her down, we talked and promised to see each other the next day. I woke up and checked my phone, nothing from B so I got up to get ready for the day..let me tell you in advance, i was feeling sick to my stomach..a gut wrench feeling. So an hour passed nothing from her, so i check facebook and see I have a message. It was from her mom, asking if i seen or heard from her and if I was lying and keeping B from her, she’ll be mad. My heart dropped, i felt sick and texted her ex and she said she got the same message. Told me not to think the worst. Believe me I tried not too but I was sick to my stomach. I get to school trying to get it off my mind. Things were going fine until I hear someone say “who died?” my fucking heart dropped, i started to get dizzy, I look to my right and seen my other friend walk into the room with another friend, they rushed to me and I got up and shook my head…I couldnt believe it. All i said was “no it isnt…is it?” She hugged me and I bawled my eyes out. I couldn’t move, I wanted to scream! I had to get out of that school..i wanted to leave. But i felt frozen, numb and walked around the school unsure what to do with my two friends watching me closely. I dont remember what else happened after that because everything was a blur but all i remember is hugging B’s childhood bestfriends and cried until we met up with their moms and then i saw mine and I fell to my knees and cried. The pain i felt that was horrible. I couldnt believe it. The year from then on sucked for a month me and her ex were being watched closely because they thought we were apart of a suicide pact. I drank, got high more and always cried whenever I was too fucked up to stand every weekend. I was depressed. I’ll admit I had a few close calls of attempts. Never serious ones though…maybe some but no one in my house never knew about them. Like to this day I still em hurt by this but I always try to turn my sadness tears into happy tears because She was the light ive always needed. She helped me so much and I can’t thank her enough. She was there for me when I needed a laugh, advice and just a good time. November 3rd…the day this beauitful girl was born..is the same day my beautiful baby girl was born. I like to think that she gave her to me as a gift. She is my gift. I love her so much. I couldnt be any happier to have my baby sharing to same day with her auntie B. I just know if things were different she would’ve been ecstatic to have her friend have a baby on the same day as hers. Yes i didn’t name her after my bestfriend..only because i thought sharing a birthday with her was good enough and how much of a miracle it was for me to have her on B’s bday.

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I'm stressed. I'm over thinking everything. I want to tell my mom but I can't. How can someone let their parents know that they had been keeping something in for so long and not telling anyone. I was fuckin raped..taken advantage of because I was drunk & now I'm fuckin crying over it 4 years later because ive finally let it go and let it be known that what happened to me was indeed rape. I sat there all thinking, no it wasn't because i was drunk and its normal. But no. It wasn't and now im pissed at myself for allowing myself to think that way.

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“If this was us meeting for the first time I’d do it all again. Everything. The fucks, the fuck-ups, everything. I’d do it all again.”

Skins (2007-2013)

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“If this was us meeting for the first time I’d do it all again. Everything. The fucks, the fuck-ups, everything. I’d do it all again.”

Skins (2007-2013)

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Honestly all these years I was okay with the way I thought about that one night. But it still bugs me to this day. I was okay with thr fact that I was blacked out drunk and thought it was okay that someone slept with me all because I was apparently trying to pick them up. I have no memory of this. Absolutely no memory of it what so ever! I only know that I had sex with this guy and that's it. I have no idea when or why or how or where but that people were mad at me for it. So I felt guilty for it. But in reality this guy knew I was wasted and still did it with me anyways. I try and try to remember that night but its too hard to remember it.

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EFFY WAS TRIPPING OUT & KATIE WAS CHOKING HER OUT. IT WAS SELF DEFENSE

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JUNE 21st

Tomorrow is my birthday. I'll turning 24 years old. Im not excited because I hate birthdays. No, not because I'm getting older, but because I feel like no one is ever excited for my birthday. Ive always had a rushed birthday but also my parents worked hard for my birthdays but in the end i felt like it was a big drag for them.

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