It’s been 5 years since the gang rape. Wow! In 2018 I wasn’t sure I wanted to live past the year. But I’m here now. Today I was bathing and realized I don’t scrub my body harshly with disgust anymore. I didn’t even know when I stopped. The idea of suicide now seems stupid. I really survived.
I love my boyfriend. But I feel he doesn’t love me enough. I don’t know if this is really gonna work. I love him too much and im scared. I hope he doesn’t leave me and I hope this really works . I dream of my life with him always. I’m always happy!damn