Christ.

I don't know why I'm posting about this. I'm shaking and it's making it hard to type.
Some guy got Cait.
He was wearing a black hoodie with blue lettering i guess, and he walked up to her and assaulted her.
For once I'm more worried about her than me. I guess that means I'm growing up, right? I mean, I'm not so hot right now, I've been chainsmoking and I can't see straight but the concern is centered aorund her.
For once, it isn't 'what happened to me was worse'. That's not the important part. The important part is that Cait is ok in the end.
How is this fair? Will someone please tell me how this is going to balance out? Because I'm having doubts in my own philosophy. It can't be like this.
I don't know why I'm writing this, especially since there's a link to this on my facebook. But I need to get it out.
The room is spinning. And I'm having flashbacks to everything: what happened when I was a kid, the fourth of july that one year, nick. All times I've been taken advantage of.
The fourth was the worst because I was old enough to understand it and I didn't see it coming.
Why, Tim? Why did you think that you could do that? Why does anyone think they have the right? How are people wired that they don't understand?
I can't go to class tomorrow, no. I'll be hanging out inside all day. I'll figure out how to pay my tuition some other way.
I need to lie down before I vomit.
Not for me this time, for her.