Today I am p*ssed off beyond belief. I've had enough of this same person at college, but I cannot lash out at him because that is not like me. I am a pacifist hippie. I just want to kill him, though. Today someone else poked me to get a reaction (I am most sensitive in my side areas), which he noticed, like an animal notices something, and he hugged me, reeking of urine (okay, cigarettes, but they smell the same).
He then grabbed my behind, then picked me up and took me into the elevator nearby (for disabled people to get to the second floor), and when the door closed he pulled down his trousers and his underwear and tried to rub against me (backways, but it's still f***ed up). I shoved him away, still not taking any proper physical action because I don't have that in me.
I walked downstairs, and then he grabbed my arm. His friend grabbed my other arm, and were referring to the incidents of yesterday ("be my pebble") right in my face. I carried on the next lesson for an hour, boiling up inside. After that when I came home, I went to my room, punched the wall as hard as I could (I think one of my finger bones is in the wrong place now), threw a big chair against my wall too, which crashed onto my bedside table (splitting it in half) and my Xbox. I don't give a f*** if the Xbox is broken, it's an old piece of crap.
This person has been sexually abusing me ever since September, and I want to have him arrested and taken out of college for good. If that doesn't happen, I will come into college with a knife and kill him. I'm crazy. I'll do it. Someone's got to do it, or he will be out raping people in the future.
This is not a troll post, this is actually how f***ed up Britain is. And f*** my life.