by djvla » Sun Aug 04, 2013 1:17 am
Indeed. I used to walk in desert and dark streets hoping to be attacked so I could fight back. Last year I went completely berserk on a guy who grabbed my friend. I feel like it was one of the best moments of my life. I was drinking at my friend's building playground with her and another friend. There was party going on the building. He came from this party. I came out of the bathroom and he was grabbing her. I'm 5'7 with 145lbs at the time, with 18yo. He was like mid twenties with 5'9-5'10 and really muscular. There was no way I could fight him in a normal mental state. Well, back to the story. I grabbed him by his shirt and threw him at the wall, started to strangle him, but I was only trying to scare him. We started to yell at each other. He called my friend a bitch and said she was enjoying. I strangled him again, but he started to push my face away and I backed on. I was bleeding from my mouth and told me that. I started to laugh psychotically and he looked he was about to $#%^ his pants. We started to yell at each other again and I touched his shoulder but he was really scared of me, so scared that he almost started to cry. He started to apologize and ran away.
Then he came back with a friend saying he wanted to talk to me. I just broke a empty bottle and asked them if they were sure. I almost stabbed them, but my friends stopped me.
I'm kinda obsessed with that moment. I'm 19(I'll turn 20 next month). I was sexuality abused while I was 11-13 by a teacher from my school and later with 15 by some guys from my school for 4-5months. I don't know. It was the first time of my life I wasn't being abused by a men. It was the opposite. I loved it.
My only concerns about this is the possibility of me killing someone because of that and going to jail.
Sorry for the long psychotic post.
-- Sat Aug 03, 2013 10:19 pm --
Indeed. I used to walk in desert and dark streets hoping to be attacked so I could fight back. Last year I went completely berserk on a guy who grabbed my friend. I feel like it was one of the best moments of my life. I was drinking at my friend's building playground with her and another friend. There was party going on the building. He came from this party. I came out of the bathroom and he was grabbing her. I'm 5'7 with 145lbs at the time, with 18yo. He was like mid twenties with 5'9-5'10 and really muscular. There was no way I could fight him in a normal mental state. Well, back to the story. I grabbed him by his shirt and threw him at the wall, started to strangle him, but I was only trying to scare him. We started to yell at each other. He called my friend a bitch and said she was enjoying. I strangled him again, but he started to push my face away and I backed on. I was bleeding from my mouth and told me that. I started to laugh psychotically and he looked he was about to $#%^ his pants. We started to yell at each other again and I touched his shoulder but he was really scared of me, so scared that he almost started to cry. He started to apologize and ran away.
Then he came back with a friend saying he wanted to talk to me. I just broke a empty bottle and asked them if they were sure. I almost stabbed them, but my friends stopped me.
I'm kinda obsessed with that moment. I'm 19(I'll turn 20 next month). I was sexuality abused while I was 11-13 by a teacher from my school and later with 15 by some guys from my school for 4-5months. I don't know. It was the first time of my life I wasn't being abused by a men. It was the opposite. I loved it.
My only concerns about this is the possibility of me killing someone because of that and going to jail.
Sorry for the long psychotic post.