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  • I can't help but think of my girlfriend, who works at a bar that has an intimate pub area (not unlike the ones on this trip). She told me she was going to hang out for dinner tonight so we could get some more drinks before heading home from work. We had been drinking since 2:30 pm when one of our male friends invited us over as he wanted to go down there earlier than usual because his friend got drunk during their lunch break. This kind man never seems fazed by alcohol or drug use “that would be bullshit no matter what time of day you were hanging out after your shift starts! But then

  • I don‘t want to do this again because there will be no way that my mind can process all the stress of an entire week just thinking about something so traumatic as being a child once more (I am lucky enough that our house was built by slaves for people who were also forced into slavery). The day before Thanksgiving has been going better than ever but still not perfect:

  • It feels like a nightmare to be there as I am alone but still have time to think of how we can get out of this place without the other girls getting mad at me for having an opinion on something that they are both upset about." "You're right though!"

  • (re)Asslips is doing fine! I would like to add one thing about this subreddit for context...I am currently attending college at another university where we have some sorta similar rules/expectations system but its different because there isn‘t as much pressure being put on us

  • It doesn‘t take much for me to get up, turn around my chair and walk out the door while a small crowd of people stand behind us waiting impatiently on either side. The bus ride home from college was slow at first but as I walked into town (about 45 minutes away) something clicked: this place wasn‖

  • My throat feels dry, my eyes are watering from the bright red of blood I have been left to wash down this night on a white cloth under the bed! It smells like urine...but now that “I am going to clean myself up for you guys right here all by myself~"

  • This is what happens when you don't know how to write! And this guy (I think he's called Jason) has been making me do things for him since my first post here . He was telling everyone about his business which we were both very interested in at the time but never got around into writing anything down because of some dumb ass rule where people have to provide us written responses before they can even start talking