For what happened to me. For what that guy did to me.

It made me feel... well, indifferent. I was trying to convince myself to not go to the police station the entire way... but my friends came along (two of them) to help me out emotionally, which is really nice.

Police officer wasn't very nice. Very indifferent and cold. Too professional. But I guess you get that way over time...?

Paperwork was ok. Tried to not space out while writing.

His questions afterwards kinda bugged me, but at least they were multiple choice (about the physical description).

They're likely (hopefully) never going to contact me. I told them that doing a sketch or identifying the person would be hard.

So yeah. I totally dissociated afterwards. Did I say how glad I am that my friend was there to help me out? No freaking out though, no crying... just emotional numbness.

Now... I'm just tired. My T told me I could call her if I needed to... I might. Not tonight though.