I got a rather badly timed call last night from the detective on my sexual assault case after a long period of silence. He left a voice message saying that the DNA test results have come in, and they found no trace of the guilty party's DNA.
I know why. It's because I swished around some Coke in my mouth shortly after returning home.
This has been, to put it very mildly, a deep disappointment that has been difficult to contain for any length of time.
I don't know whether I'll be writing a lot in the coming months, or not at all. When your entire faith in just about, well, fucking everything, is destroyed so swiftly and completely and utterly, you are all but forced to stop and thoroughly reevaluate it. Rest and regroup. Maintain your grip, however tenuous it may be at the moment.
I guess the future of this weblog depends heavily on how verbal this process ends up being for me. I may want to document every last second, or this may end up being my last entry, ever. I hope not, but this is serious. When everything's been blown up into the air, it's hard to say when or where anything will land.
So, now. Now? Now, I think I'll drop the charges, do my best to move on and forget the guy, and start focusing on the same thing I've been doing for the past year: just kind of trying to stabilize in every possible way, and build the kind of life foundation that, for me, was never really there. Quite honestly, I'm surprised my house of straw held up against the Breath of the Wolf for as long as it did.
Hello, everyone.
I got a rather badly timed call last night from the detective on my sexual assault case after a long period of silence. He left a voice message saying that the DNA test results have come in, and they found no trace of the guilty party's DNA.
I know why. It's because I swished around some Coke in my mouth shortly after returning home.
This has been, to put it very mildly, a deep disappointment that has been difficult to contain for any length of time.
I don't know whether I'll be writing a lot in the coming months, or not at all. When your entire faith in just about, well, fucking everything, is destroyed so swiftly and completely and utterly, you are all but forced to stop and thoroughly reevaluate it. Rest and regroup. Maintain your grip, however tenuous it may be at the moment.
I guess the future of this weblog depends heavily on how verbal this process ends up being for me. I may want to document every last second, or this may end up being my last entry, ever. I hope not, but this is serious. When everything's been blown up into the air, it's hard to say when or where anything will land.
So, now. Now? Now, I think I'll drop the charges, do my best to move on and forget the guy, and start focusing on the same thing I've been doing for the past year: just kind of trying to stabilize in every possible way, and build the kind of life foundation that, for me, was never really there. Quite honestly, I'm surprised my house of straw held up against the Breath of the Wolf for as long as it did.
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