Wrote a new monologue

I had this saved on my computer, but they won't let me paste it, so I had to write it all over again. Oh well.

Remember that night two years ago? The party, everyone was having a great time, one thing led to another... Yeah, you remember. Well, so does everyone else. It's been two years, and people are still talking about it! Everybody seems to forget how you slipped something in my drink, so now everyone is still calling me a slut. But you don't care. You don't have to put up with this crap anymore. You graduated. You're done. You're gone. You never have to think about this again. I do! Every day, someone has something to say about it. But nobody knows what really happened. My own mother doesn't even know what really happened. But no one asks me, not even her. Everyone just assumes I let you do this to me. The whole thing didn't mean shit to you. [Exaggerate each word.] Don't make me laugh. You have no idea how badly you screwed me over. Thanks a lot, jackass.