Loose screws, rape and angst.

The third part was completely irrelevant(Since I'm talking about weird logics I came up with) and angst sounds nice after rape, I just added it there. The first sentence doesn't make any sense. The second one doesn't help. But the fuck that i gave went <========> that way. Hehe, it's a paradox. So, let's be awesome and talk about my rape idea, shall we? It seems pretty serious, but I was just thinking again what would happen if I got raped(random place, random time, random person). Yes, I've been thinking about it several times. And I've reached the same conclusion again.I would go nuts. Like completely nuts. Only this time I found a metaphor for my state. Or something like that. My head is like some sort of something(what exactly it is I have now idea), that is staying together thanks to these tiny little screws in it. But there's this liquid trying to get outside(let's call it insanity), and it is a very formidable force. But currently it has no issues. But if I were to get raped, those tiny screws would become a little loose, the insanity would use this and spill out. And I would go freaking nuts. Probably silently in the corner for the first few days. Then I wouldn't eat. And then I would become so overemotional that nobody could see me.And I would be a mess. Oh well. On to more cheerful topics. I am disappointed in my parents. Quite cheerful. I know. Well actually I am not. It's just that they're also so awesome to think that when I come home after the party four hours later(Bridge....don't ask), that I was out drinking(joking of course, cause I was raised too well by them). Honestly, I had at least hoped that they would offer that I was out with a boy(but since I obviously have more friends of both sexes, there's no way...). I even had a story ready. Oh well. Another story to be untold, which is probably gonna die lonely in one of the corners in my mind(which is funny cause my round is probably round, considering how I always end up at the same topics). BTW, I have overruled the bishies, without having to crush on L-tan again. I bet I had another trazillion ideas to write down. I probably made someone jealous. Though there was no reason to. It was an accident I swear.

H.