in all likelihood, she was fucked from the start.

(i always wonder whether we should avoid such strong allusions to discord in the name of the preservation of shalom. my friend would tell me do not hesitate. my professor would tell me such usage is indicative of a wayward heart. another friend would tell me to just write what i think. right now that's all i'm capable of. i think that's all im ever capable of.)

so, in conclusion, like i said, she was fucked from the start. that's what we were gonna go with, right? is that what we're gonna go with? Yes; she was fucked from the start. i'll risk rebuking myself later.

so, she was fucked from the start. quite the phrase, if you ask me. relatively presumptuous. assumes a sort of social marxism, which i think i happen to believe in; the oppressed or the oppressor; you're one or the other. all social relationships boil down to this.

so now i can start my story, i think. in all likelihood, she was fucked from the start. im not even gonna try to explain the source of her particular social disposition, i just dont think i can right now. what matters is that you know that in all likelihood, she was fucked from the start.

it was her emotions that fucked her. well actually it was him that fucked her, but she was initially fucked by her emotions, which only led to more fucking, which really fucked her up. then because she was in a fucked up place she let him fuck her some more.

you've probably had enough, so you'll be thankful to know that it is at this point in the story that the fucking ceases, and it was at this point in the story that the fucking ceased. she had other emotional issues besides being fucked.

she was the recessant gene, and as such subject to the male dominant, and as such completely vulnerable to male exploitation under this social marxism framework. she was a terrible communicator too, which only made it worse, because he was the only one that could really understand her feelings, despite her awkward attempts to grasp onto the correct syntax in attempting to transliterate her intangible emotions into discernible social cues, both verbal and nonverbal.

she didnt have the right words to cast off the oppressor, as such a task initially required identifying of him as such, and the attempts at such an enterprise were immediately shut down under the premise of his superior intelligence and social understanding.

i can hear the echo of the words, "you're sick" he says. that puts her in a tight spot.