I wanted to cut myself today after being grabbed by the waist by the one of the men who groped me 3 years ago, so I drew in my arm instead.
"Y me, kill me"
I felt a little better but... not at all better.
I did write down on piece of paper to my manager at checkout that said he was making me uncomfortable and that she needs to have a talk with him.
She said she would, but she is weak-willed like me. I should have crushed his hand, but I was embarrassed and scared and the whole kitchen was watching.
I wonder if I'll make it to 25 before I snap, deteriorate and do something I'll regret.
Why am I nothing?










