I was 12. My uncle took me camping and said I didn't need to bring my own sleeping bag. After three days and three nights in the, boy I couldn't wait to get back to civilization!
well i dont like to talk about it but i will for you guys. plus my therapist says its good to talk.
It was a dark and cloudy day that day. Thunderstorms were to strike the area with an iron fist later that night. His name was dewey, i was only 3 and a half. He took me into his basement and locked the door behind him and said he wasnt going to hurt me, in fact he was going to make me feel happy. Now at first i was terrified. Dewey was weird looking and there was this big guy sitting in a dark corner with his pants down. I think he called himself t-blow.
It started when dewey threw a bottle of lotion at me and yelled, ""It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again." I didnt know what the **** he was talking about but i had no choice so i did what he demanded. This is where it starts to get blurry for me. all i remember was waking up with a nose bleed till this day i still get severe nose bleeds.
i still have nightmares everytime there are thunderstorms.
DEWEY and wierd guy in the corner tblow WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!!!???!?!?
well i dont like to talk about it but i will for you guys. plus my therapist says its good to talk.
It was a dark and cloudy day that day. Thunderstorms were to strike the area with an iron fist later that night. His name was dewey, i was only 3 and a half. He took me into his basement and locked the door behind him and said he wasnt going to hurt me, in fact he was going to make me feel happy. Now at first i was terrified. Dewey was weird looking and there was this big guy sitting in a dark corner with his pants down. I think he called himself t-blow.
It started when dewey threw a bottle of lotion at me and yelled, ""It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again." I didnt know what the **** he was talking about but i had no choice so i did what he demanded. This is where it starts to get blurry for me. all i remember was waking up with a nose bleed till this day i still get severe nose bleeds.
i still have nightmares everytime there are thunderstorms.
DEWEY and wierd guy in the corner tblow WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!!!???!?!?
well i dont like to talk about it but i will for you guys. plus my therapist says its good to talk.
It was a dark and cloudy day that day. Thunderstorms were to strike the area with an iron fist later that night. His name was dewey, i was only 3 and a half. He took me into his basement and locked the door behind him and said he wasnt going to hurt me, in fact he was going to make me feel happy. Now at first i was terrified. Dewey was weird looking and there was this big guy sitting in a dark corner with his pants down. I think he called himself t-blow.
It started when dewey threw a bottle of lotion at me and yelled, ""It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again." I didnt know what the **** he was talking about but i had no choice so i did what he demanded. This is where it starts to get blurry for me. all i remember was waking up with a nose bleed till this day i still get severe nose bleeds.
i still have nightmares everytime there are thunderstorms.
DEWEY and wierd guy in the corner tblow WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!!!???!?!?
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