How can I fear something so much I can almost taste it. It's been hard on Dave these last couple days I've been spazing out. I love him so dearly I really feel awful with the stress I've dumped out. I've resorted a couple times to cutting. And I'm thinking about slashing my shoulder with a kitchen knife.

I'm driving myself frantic. And I'm feeling trapped and can't control the panic and i can't control the pain and the weird bubbling fliting feelings.

Hells yeah... finally something to stop sickos from hurting us. They go in to attack and they get to spend the rest of the evening in the ER with plasic barbs in their dick. Serves them right. PLEASE support rapestop.net.... Women should be provided with these for free!