Last year my sister and I were talking and this guy we used to know got brought up. This guy who called me Eyes because they thought mine were so beautiful. And then I remebered how he used to let me watch movies in his bed. How he hugged me all the time. And how I woke up with him in my room, movers pulled down and a camera in his hand. How does someone forget that? Three nights ago I checked my face book and I found the man who molested me. I'm so tired of bad shit coming up in my life. Why do I have to go all through this? I've been beaten by my mother and men. I have been assualted, escaped rape, I have been verbally destroyed, tricked and betrayed. Why do I have to remeber one more horrible thing.