lonely

citylife Stewart dared to call me on the phone today.. twice! and I was okay. except he cracked some joke at which he expected me to laugh, only I didn’t..

I type these entries into editpad, into a file, which is now so long that the scrollbar can’t get any shorter. and in the first entry I mention watching SVU.. which I thought today i’d never seen before. see, this is why I need to write everything down.

how many times is the average person raped, and do people who’ve been raped somehow attract rapists? was everyone with dissociative identity sexually abused as a child?

i’ve never really been lonely before. it’s been raining.