What Happened to Glitterforever17? My Rallying Cry to the Glitter Critters

 I have not been to the math class I was leaving when I saw Nic since. I am so fucked. I am so so fucked. My life doesn't have to be this way but everything is so much harder now because I befriended the wrong person when I was 14. What fucking jackass files a counter sexual assault report using his victim's documented account as his own? Literally using my own fucking narratives? I PAID FOR THOSE WORDS WITH MY BLOOD AND SANITY. 

The last sentence of my opening statement at the counter hearing was "this has been long and hard for all of us but I don't regret reporting what I did because I was doing whar I think is right and I stand by my values".  Verbatim, Ver fucking batim word for word he repeats this statement as the final sentence of his closing statement. I remember because I texted my therapist about it lol.

Credit where credit is due though, he did add an original thought at the very front. "It's such a shame, because Smita and I were close friends for a long time." Nic this was more insulting than any fat joke, thinly veiled insult, or gaslighting you ever left me with. Friends don't rape friends. dick.


I wonder how someone sleeps at night knowing every woman they've ever touched accused him of pushing himself onto them. Then I wonder how someone sleeps at night knowing they not only defended him but lied for him so that he could punish one of those women for going public. Then I remember that I literally can't let myself ask these questions if I keep looking for a logical reason hidden somewhere behind the big fucking answer screaming in my face that I literally just mean less to the world as a woman. 

















I've had a mood tracker since March, but the issue with it is that I'd rather omit a day's mood than admit it was negative, so the data means nothing.

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