Tonight I'm supposed to go out and celebrate being back home. A bunch of people are meeting me at karaoke tonight at the bar that has been my hang (when I'm home) for years.
I've been gone 11 months and a lot of people are excited to see me, and I'm excited to see them too, but my best friend who was helping me set up the gathering won't be there now, and I kinda don't want to go either.
She was drugged and likely raped last night. Crashed her car. Her purse was stolen.
She was out with a coworker who was already noted as sketchy to begin with, but she remembers nothing of what happened.
She and her husband are still at the hospital.
I hate that this has happened.
I hate feeling angry and utterly useless because there's nothing I can do.
I've been shaking with rage for hours.
I hate this...
I've been gone 11 months and a lot of people are excited to see me, and I'm excited to see them too, but my best friend who was helping me set up the gathering won't be there now, and I kinda don't want to go either.
She was drugged and likely raped last night. Crashed her car. Her purse was stolen.
She was out with a coworker who was already noted as sketchy to begin with, but she remembers nothing of what happened.
She and her husband are still at the hospital.
I hate that this has happened.
I hate feeling angry and utterly useless because there's nothing I can do.
I've been shaking with rage for hours.
I hate this...