If only people new you could here them from the other room, if only people new how much the small things get to you, how they tear at you, how they crush your chest and make you feel small, how they put you deeper in that hole that your already clawing at, that dark hole that your are slowing starting to except as home, that little thing that’s really not little at all little, that’s actually a lot of things, those things that make you think bad things and sometimes do bad things
My biggest regret ever is reporting my rapist to the police. My father and his side of the family disowned me because of it. My rapist (who was my father’s best friend) never spent a day in jail, and has nothing on his record, because the police detective who interviewed me said that I had provoked the attack (even though I was a young child at the time). I wish I had instead just found a way to murder my rapist, so he wouldn’t still be molesting children today.