Harr Harr Harr. >:\ This came out totally wrong.
When I woke up I was in the same spot where I was when Joe knocked the wind out of me. I quietly sat up as I looked around. The fucker left. I whined, and as my eyes started to water. I sighed and just silently wept. Why the fuck did he keep doing this? I still loved him unconditionally and yet here he is treating me like dog shit. God only knows what is driving him to do this, nor do I want to know. I pulled my knees to my chest, had my arms around my knees, and had my head rested against my knees, as my tear increased. Just why? Why, why, why fucking why? Fuck me. You know? I'm not god, and he has no damn right to kick me around like a tin can. I was actually starting to gain some nicks and marks because of this. Was this considered abuse, or just plainly being violent or just pissed? I wish I had an angel of mercy, because one would do me some good right about now. I hope Joe fixes his issue, and stops killing me. Because even if he doesn't notice, I'm knotting the noose, hanging it from the ceiling, putting it around my neck, and kicking the chair. I'll play that game, I'm not kidding. Joe has actually saved me from killing myself more times then I could count. I finally uncoiled, wiped my eyes, and sat there. I sighed, all I could do is wait. And wonder Why.