Venturing Out in Different Way
Tomorrow, the man who molested me when I was eight years old up until I was thirteen years old is getting out of prison. I’ve never been more fucking terrified in my entire life and I do not know what to do.
I’ve been having horrible nightmares since I was fifteen that he’s going to come after me. They won’t stop.
This is sad but I really wish I had an actual place to call home so I could cry in my room for a few days.
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