FERAL_FRENZY
Legionnaire <3
- Apr 18, 2024
- 76
(Just a heads up, I originally put this in the "NSFW"tag since idk if the subject matter is too extreme to put in the"VENTING"tag. I'm deadass still struggling to figure out what belongs in which tag/ how the tags work. I'm slow.)
Ever since I was nine, I've always had a fear of being molested, raped, groped, or subjected to sexual harassment in any capacity. I spent the last nine years of my life trying my hardest to avoid having another man rub his dirty hands anywhere near my body ever again. I don't know what changed yesterday; maybe it was the sleep deprivation that finally did me in, the realization that I'm never going to get the chance to live a "normal" life, or my desire to die reaching an all-time high.
I've never been viewed as anything other than an object for people to project their sexual degeneracy onto. No matter how hard I try, I'll always run into someone who only has one thing on their mind, whether it's online or irl. I think I was just meant to come into the world as another inevitable statistic. The thought should honestly bring me to tears, but for some reason, it doesn't. I think I've accepted that this is all I'll ever be. If I can't die through other methods, then maybe dying after getting taken advantage of is the way to go. I view it as a "win-win" situation. I get to die, and someone gets to have their way with another human body, just like they've always wanted.
I don't think I have any other use or purpose. I'm not academically gifted, and I don't see myself living past the age of 19. In some sick, twisted way, getting raped would be a way for me to view myself as finally being good enough for something, no matter how grim it is.
Ever since I was nine, I've always had a fear of being molested, raped, groped, or subjected to sexual harassment in any capacity. I spent the last nine years of my life trying my hardest to avoid having another man rub his dirty hands anywhere near my body ever again. I don't know what changed yesterday; maybe it was the sleep deprivation that finally did me in, the realization that I'm never going to get the chance to live a "normal" life, or my desire to die reaching an all-time high.
I've never been viewed as anything other than an object for people to project their sexual degeneracy onto. No matter how hard I try, I'll always run into someone who only has one thing on their mind, whether it's online or irl. I think I was just meant to come into the world as another inevitable statistic. The thought should honestly bring me to tears, but for some reason, it doesn't. I think I've accepted that this is all I'll ever be. If I can't die through other methods, then maybe dying after getting taken advantage of is the way to go. I view it as a "win-win" situation. I get to die, and someone gets to have their way with another human body, just like they've always wanted.
I don't think I have any other use or purpose. I'm not academically gifted, and I don't see myself living past the age of 19. In some sick, twisted way, getting raped would be a way for me to view myself as finally being good enough for something, no matter how grim it is.