It feels like the moment I was first sexually abused a big "use me" sign was plastered on my forehead that would attract other users....or maybe it was just always me, maybe that was what made my first abuser choose me, he could see I was weak. Why is it that every time a male seems to want to befriend me or talk to me about where I'm at it turns out he's not at all interested and just passing time till he gets what he wants? Is that all I'm good for??? For god's sake I'm telling you I hate myself and want to hurt myself and you tell me how you want to take my clothes off? Yep you're obviously really care about me....I can't trust anyone anymore but I'm so damn tired of being alone in my own messed up head.