I get these raging feelings, ones where I fear I'll be on a bus and I'll snap at some guy who looks at me the wrong way. I suppress this, storing it away with the ugly incident, and I alway remember how powerless I felt and still feel about it. Everytime I remember my ignorant friends telling me that he's a nice guy, I want to bitch them out, enough to give them nightmares, then give them a right hook in the jaw. My anger is trapped inside, because I know that it shouldn't have happened, that I didn't deserve that. I know that my pleas didn't matter to him, and I'm 100% positive that I didn't like it, at all. If I had consented to him, it still would've been horrible, but I didn't, and he knows that.

I know I'll never get over it. I know he'll never feel remorseful about what he did. I know he only feels bad that I didn't like it, not because I was disrespected, violated and betrayed.

I want to know if karma has finally come back on him like a reacurring nightmare. I want to know when this raped feeling will go away; I want him to discover the day he realizes that.......

NO MEANS NO