Today is the day I’ll stop pretending that I’m okay with not being okay. Yesterday could have been the day I lied my last “I’m fine.” Tomorrow could be the day I’ll actually mean it. If I won’t pull the weeds in the garden, the flowers will never grow.
"Don’t take a nude pic if you’re a famous woman and don’t want it leaked."
"Don’t wear a hoodie if you don’t want to be mistaken for a criminal and shot."
"Don’t get drunk at a party if you don’t want to be sexually assaulted."
"Don’t argue with a cop if you don’t want to get killed."
"Don’t walk home by yourself if you don’t want to get raped."
Victim blaming 101: Everyone should live in fear from ever doing anything.
Most things about me are hard to explain, I guess, like how I’m mostly delusional and live in a half-imaginary world but am also a realist to the core. I’m just a bunch of contradictions most of the time and I don’t like it, but I also do.
I go through phases. Some days I feel like the person I’m supposed to be, and then some days, I turn into no one at all. There is both me and my silhouette. I hope that on the days that you find me and all you see are darkened lines, may you still be willing to be near me.