You know I used to constantly here people say, oh you'd literally destroy their whole life,just because they raped you. I forgot to mention these where people who have never had the displeasure of being Taken themselves. Well...they destroyed mine so why not return the favor.( Only if it were that simple.) It was just my virginity that was violently ripped out from under me. It was just my whole life they turned around, no biggy...Right. I had my chance, i tried to take that chance. But simply put when you go to the wrong person with the truth. It won't see the light of day. Kind of similar To how I aspire to be. Not really, suicide means no Wemon. The after math of a man left to rest after an eternity on the battle field. he would be expected to relax the whole time. But what they don't see is his mentality, which was forever changed the day he entered the ring. Now that he's retired. He can forever be plegged by haunting memories of his unfortunate survival. One would expect him to be happy he's alive. But one also forgot to mention that doing things in the name of survival means doing things you don't want to do. And for him that was living. This man doesn't exist. It was a cover up for my pain to spare the gory details. Now that I'm here( which is unexpected). What Now. I didn't think I'd survive, or even just get this far. Now...yes they do suffer. But not enough to open their eyes. To be honest they would die before ever considering anyone else's opinion or Fact. And yet they manage to be a mirror to their peers,who's dumb enough to believe that they Did It First. Oh How It Pains Me To Know That I Lost To A Faget. It's Quite Insulting.