“As much as I struggled not to think of him, I did not struggle to forget. I worried—late in the night, when the exhaustion of sleep deprivation broke down my defenses—that it was all slipping away. That my mind was a sieve, and I would someday not be able to remember the precise color of his eyes, the feel of his cool skin, or the texture of his voice. I could not think of them, but I must remember them. Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live—I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed.”—
Wow fucking wow. I’m looking forward to reading this.
I too will be reading this later. When I feel like getting angry.
… wow. i skimmed the document. couldn’t read the whole thing primarily because it makes me feel ill. I am sickened by the fact that people do these things to one another. it is not okay in my books to strip away another person’s dignity and purposefully subject them to physical, psychological &/or emotional pain. it doesn’t matter why it’s being done- i firmly believe it’s wrong.