[ PAUSED FOR A WHILE ] Our fucked up lives. I know my life is miserable, but why does he act like he's the fucking victim? "Please don't do this to me. I know I have no money to make people respect me, but at least let me respect myself. I don't want this now I am not ready. I beg you please!" He left the button of my shirt which he tried to open. His eyes were raged. I thought he'll shoot me, but he just slammed the door and went away. I am afraid in this place now. ---- This story is to tell that money and beauty don't matter. And specially they can never decide how BIG of a fool you are.