An Account Of The Time I Got Locked In An Abandoned Cellar For Two Days When I Was Eight Years Old
It felt like I was screaming for help for hours.
It felt like I was screaming for help for hours.
When the bullet connected, he dropped the phone.
I’m not saying you have to date just anyone but why are you turning good people away because they don’t meet these petty requirements?
Don’t you dare try to justify what they did to me like that.
My head hit the wall and left a dent in it. I was dazed when he kneeled down and asked if I was ok. All I could think was, “Really? You shove me and then ask if I’m ok as if you’re really concerned?”
I’m not one of the guys. I’m not the woman from the office that feels cool because she’s at the strip club with her colleagues. I’m not worried that they’ll ask me out. It’s one of those things where a they all automatically friend zoned and I automatically friend zoned all of them.