Voices are telling me what happened in New York after I kissed you on the sidewalk, or maybe before, when I was on my way home.
Fucked up.
Edit: voices say it would’ve happened again in Boston if I didn’t ask my mom for permission to let you stay over that night.
Fucked. Up.
Edit: voices are saying your “dad” is the porn channel “Fake Hostel” and the reason what happened isn’t a video is because what happened was not consensual.