Another Boring Teen's Journal

Thu, Dec 21st, 2017

FUCK!!!
Today I was going to talk about my experience with weed I had yesterday, but what I have to share now is something I really need to get out.
I met with my boyfriend today in the center of the city. It is a very insecure zone but everything went fine while we were together. I actually had a great time.
A few hours later I'm lying in my bed and he texts on Facebook he got assaulted. My heart stopped for a second.
I asked him so many questions, I was... Am so worried. I think he's a little overwhelmed, he must be. Those assholes hit him hard and took everything he had. It could've been worse. Fucking ass people. Sons of bitches.
They got him right when he was alone, about to go on the subway. He couldn't go anywhere for an hour until a lady gave him some money to travel back home.
And in the meantime I was sooo relaxed at home, watching FUCKING Netflix.
I had no idea. I found out until he got home and told me.
Idk what to do. I feel so useless.
Something else could've happened to him! And I wouldn't have known.
fuck
Fuck
FUCK
I FUCKING HATE THIS COUNTRY. NO ONE CAN EVEN GO OUT ON A FUCKING DATE WITHOUT GETTING ASSAULTED.
I wish I could go see him now. Hug him and make sure he's alright.
Why does he have to live so far away from me? I could've taken him home. He just thinks he can walk around and nobody will do anything to him.
His parents probably won't let him go out in some time.
Perhaps he was looking at his phone when those dickheads saw him. I mean, he has an iPhone, so I guess it really catches the attention of robbers. Or even people in general, specially in the subway. What was he thinking? He's a big guy, and he dresses really simple, usually nobody would bother him. But those two men must've seen him as a target.
I wish I could FUCKING kill them.
Those assholes.
I really hope those men needed it. I hope they use the money they get from my his cellphone for something good. Although, the most probable thing is that they'll spend it on drugs or something.
My poor boy, they scared the shit outta him. And there I go, asking all those questions specting them to be answered immediately. He didn't want to talk about it and I made him. I feel so guilty.
I can't quite forgive myself. And I could never do it if something worse happened to him.
At least he's safe at home now, but he must be shook. I hope he's calmer by now. Idk what to do, I guess I'll just leave him alone for a while. He probably has his parents on him. Or maybe not, they're so careless! They never really ask him where he goes or when he's coming back. This should change it, really. I know he doesn't fully trust them but they have to get closer and talk about shit like this.
He's been through a lot and his parents have no clue. He's seen things, he's lived things he shouldn't have, and they don't know.
I'm sure I don't know every single thing he's lived and I won't ask. There's a chance he got some traumas even, and can't deal with them, can't let them out. I wish he trusted me enough to tell me all of that. I guess that's what makes me feel like I don't know him enough.
He's helped me in a lot of ways but I feel like I can't help him in any way.
I don't know how he likes me being such a useless, overprotected, easily scared pussy, but I'm thankful and glad.
I hope he takes more care of himself, realize he's human and that people care about him. Because I do, and a lot.