I hope he's safe.
I was there.
On the website, ready to type everything in.
I looked at the words over and over again,
deciding whether or not to put my name and information
in those boxes.
I got scared.
I don't know this guy.
I don't know his housing address,
his phone number even though we've talked
numerous times,
and whether or not he's telling the truth.
There are emotions behind those black letters.
Anything can be said online,
anything can be altered or hidden.
The world isn't safe.
But as I was on that social services website,
I thought I was doing him a favour.
He is being hurt after all.
But is this all too bad to be true?
If so, he's a fantastic liar because I believe
each and every word he types.
It's not my business and
I know of the consequences that would've
been biting him in the arm.
He's not safe.
He's being abused.
But under the circumstances,
nobody deserves to be hurt this way.
ALL HE DID WAS GET A GIRL PREGNANT.
I know, I know, it's still pretty bad but
to get what he's being given as a consequence?!
I can't stand it.
And on a brighter note, I'm not as sad anymore.
The only drama in my life is within my family.
I wish that wasn't even true.
At least you can escape drama at school.
And yes, still single, as always.
I love being single though.
No commitments,
care-free life,
a focused life,
I can't be a topic of gossip for that aspect,
and I'm me.
Not someone's girlfriend,
not that "mexican" (REALLY PEOPLE?!
I'm Asian-American. Goodness, the ignorance is horrific)
girl.
I'm Jen.
And always will be.
If someone will find out who I am,
it's for what I've done
or how freakishly high my morals are.
In no way did I say I was perfect
nor happy all the time.
I say, I'm a good person.
I can hold myself up high
and nobody can push me down.
For anything.
