I still think about him a lot. I miss him a lot. I don't know why. I need to grow some balls and talk to him.
I haven't had sex in 9 almost 10 months and don't even feel the need too.
Sometimes I wish I would have had sex with him instead of worrying and trying to do "the right thing".
I'm terrified of my Dad and my baby brothers dying. It's probably my biggest fear. I don't know what I would do. I think I would fall apart.
When I was younger I use to be terrified that someone was going to climb through my bedroom window, rape me, murder me and than murder my family.
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