I've been looking for a Snake-Survival Anonymous but there seems to be none. I guess I'm going to have to make up my own Snake-Survival Anonymous, accompanied by a 12-step recovery program. I mean, talking in circles once a week among people of similar experiences is the only way to get over tragic situations.
I would post a picture of the rapist. That's what I'm calling it. It raped me emotionally. But, it's too soon....just too soon to see it again...
The last couple hours have been tough as a Snake-Survival victim. My life is completely changed. You took my life!!! Do you hear me perpetual snake!?!? You took it!!! My liffeeeee!. Gone.
I can't go to the shower the same. I saw a cylinder object moving about and I screeched thinking it was the snake rapist. It was my penis.
I won't be able to proudly say "I have never used a gun." As soon as I run out of food and basic necessities I'm going to Wal-Mart and buying the biggest, baddest, most redneck twelve-gauge shot gun available. And I will be carrying that shot gun inside a heart-shaped box with straps so as not to warn my predator.
I wanted to eat a Kiwi. But then I thought of its sliminess and little hairs. I just couldn't do it. You took Kiwis away from me snake rapist!!!
I cry at anytime now without warning. Do you know how weird that's going to look in job interviews? And obviously, I can't discuss being an SS victim. It's painful and those things are frowned upon in some cultures.
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