My rape case I mean. The evidence didn't add up. My story didn't add the seven other people's. I couldn't prove that I didn't have my phone when the messages to the guy who did it were sent, where they said that he was a shit root and he had a small dick. I couldn't prove that it was Her that did it. I don't know how, maybe she went through my sent messages and copied how I text. It's not hard when I use proper English. After telling me this, the police went on to say how they'd wasted two weeks because I'd had a shit root and wanted to get attention. After that, while I was sitting there numb with a tear streaked face, they went on to ask/pressure me into saying sorry. Apparently it goes on his record. Why should I feel sorry for it, when I was the one raped? Yes I have holes in my memory, yes my account kept changing. It changed because I remembered more. But apparently that doesn't matter. I'm sitting here wishing I could cut but I promised my flatmate I wouldn't. Sigh.