My girlfriend wrote a poem about me

Isn't she sweet? It's about the night we met.

I went to a party to drown my tears,
Not knowing that night I would face my fears.
I took a small drink, I thought it was fun.
But when it happened, I wanted to run.
It just wasn't right, It just wasn't fair.
Why didn't he stop and try to care?
I told him to stop, but he didn't listen.
He told me I didn't know what I would be missin.
I can't tell my parents, It hurts to tell my friends.
What can I do, To make this nightmare end?
He's in my thoughts, He's in my mind.
I think about him, All the time.
I want it to stop, I want it to go.
People don't know how much it hurts to know.
I wasn't strong enough to put up a fight,
And all of this happened, on that ONE BAD NIGHT.

DSFARGEG

Welcome to adult life--or rather, welcome to being older than 15.

I still have a hard time believing women can be so damn retarded as to think that feelings for a guy who forced themselves on them   actually have any meaning.

Boo hoo, I love him but he's mean to me. What do I do? Oh I know all my friends say to hump him/kick him in the ass/tell him to stop bothering me/report himn to the police, but why oh why do my feelings remain so strong? I can't resist them! I must give in to them! I know I'm being a dumbass, but feelings are everything! Boo hoo hoo!

How the hell did I put an H instead of a D? That sure made that sentence sound funny though, and completely the opposite of what I meant.