it's my fault.

i should have gotten up and left. i should have fought back. why did i just lay there and do nothing? i didn't even try to fight. i know how to get myself out of situations. i knew better. i knew that wasn't the thing i was supposed to do. why did i not just leave before? my friend's apartment was so close. he would have been more than happy to have me sleep on his couch. i trust him so much. i don't know if he cares about me, but i know that i care about him. why did i not leave? why did i not tell him no? i gave in so easily for everything that he said and i didn't fight.