Well, I had a friend, guys.

A real close one: one I could talk to, share secrets with, honestly maybe even love.

I don't bond with people that often as I did with her.

And then it just happens; she has to cut all ties because her roommate controls her life and threatens her with the very roof over her head with his own damn double standards.

I'm.. fucking sick of all this shit and the things I hear other women go through. :T

I wanna name names, I wanna say things, but I can't - I know it might cause more harm, and I know that maybe, JUST MAYBE, said causer will find out and said friend will lose that roof over her head.

And to think, I still remember that day she called me.. crying..

I feel sick when I'm powerless; I joined this country to defend it and help others, but this makes me sick to my fucking stomach.

I want to beat his buck-toothed, fat-assed face in til he stops twitching..

But I can't..

I just.. can't..

So I lose another friend for reasons outside of my control, and I have to accept it...