My life is a fucking disaster. The other day I went to see Professor L****** to ask how to get a lower grade on my next exam (like I told you). He kept asking me why I was so afraid of getting a good grade, and I kind of told him. Now he hates me. I guess I just keep trying to get close to my professors somehow because I think that if I can re-live the situation and have it turn out okay then I can understand that it wasn’t my fault. But it never works out; things just get more messed up. And I end up feeling guilty about what happened with B********, because obviously what caused the whole situation to happen was MY perseverance. And now my story is out there with someone who doesn’t give a damn. I’m such a great judge of character! ::sarcastic laughter::
And I ranted online about sexual harassment where ALL of my classmates can see. These things shouldn’t bother me; I should be able to get over it, but obviously I’m not.
For those of you not in the know, which should be everyone here, when I refer to B********, this is the man who raped me. I'm a little bitter, but bear with me.
