I’m angry

I’m angry that I allowed myself to be in that situation.

I’m angry that I initially had you down as a good guy and trusted you .

I’m angry that I drank too much.

I’m angry that I allowed you to hold my hand and call it a date.

I’m angry that I ignored the warning signs and your over-familiar overtures towards me.

I’m angry that my phone battery died.

I’m angry that I came back to yours to charge it up against my better judgement.

I’m angry that I wasn’t firmer and more adamant when your hands started exploring and touching me without my consent.

I’m angry that you took advantage of me.

I’m angry that in my fear I decided to suck you off in hopes that it would appease you and prevent you from fucking me.

I’m angry that I fell asleep and my battery never charged.

Most of all, I’m angry that I feel this way. And that because of you, I can no longer be myself because at the back of my mind, I’ll always have that fear that he might try to go too far.

I’m angry that I trusted you. You piece of shit!