gotgirlballs | (020) backdated to the middle of the truth flood

(020) backdated to the middle of the truth flood

I hate this stupid flood. It's fucking retarded, is what it is. I'm supposed to tell the truth whenever someone asks me? Yeah right.

[And here she goes, saying things she didn't intend to. This is what you get for asking yourself questions in public during a truth flood, Denise.]

I can't even be open with my family, much less you assholes. I hate being vulnerable. That's why I close myself off--why I bully people. Because vulnerability fucking sucks and I can't handle it.

...shit.

[OOC: I'll be really slow tagging this, as I'm still in California. I just happen to be awake much earlier than my friend today :P Also, I'm sorry if her use of the word "retarded" is offensive to anyone, but this is basically how she talks. :c ]

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Except for the part where it did. If you need time to think this over, go right ahead. I'll ask you something else instead.

How do you really feel about Jarod?

At least get original. I've had fucking three people including him ask me this shit.

I love him and I hate him and I don't know.

You want original? I'll go right back to the shit I was asking before, then. Have it your way.

Do you have any memory of your dad sexually abusing you? Even the tiniest bit?

No!

I keep telling you, it didn't fucking happen.

The files don't lie, but memory sure as hell can. I don't know too much psych, but you could have locked all this away so deep you can't find it again. The fact that you don't even wanna find it again makes it worse.

Denise there isn't anything to fucking find! This didn't happen. I can't lie right now, you know it didn't. The fucking file is wrong.

I don't want to talk about this anymore.

See, that's the funny thing. Lemme run this by you: if you don't remember it, and you say it didn't happen, you're not lying on purpose and you don't even know you're doing it. I'm pretty sure we can only lie about shit we're aware of, otherwise you'd be able to tell me all kinds of truths you don't even know. Like, I dunno, who really shot JFK, or what my favorite color is.

There is absolutely no fucking sign of this anywhere in me or on me other than that fucking file, and it's wrong.

I'm turning this shit off now, Denise. Fuck this flood and fuck you.

Of course there isn't--it's been way too long to check for physical trauma, and the psych trauma's obviously the fact that you made yourself forget.

Chrissakes, Parker. Turn it off if you want, but that won't make what happened to you go away.

Edited 2010-08-18 01:54 (UTC)

It's not true. My father loves me and he would never do anything like that. Ever.

Go to hell, Denise, I want a new fucking warden.

[And then she totally turns her communicator off.]

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(020) backdated to the middle of the truth flood

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