When people tell me that I’m ‘brave’ or thank me for telling them that I was raped, i honestly want to slap them.
there is nothing to be thankful about, i’m not giving you a cure or a pathway to neverending life.
I was told today by a girl, (who means well) that she read my blog and that it was ‘lovely’. at the risk of being a cunt, there is nothing lovely about contemplating suicide and writing about how grief is tearing you up from the inside.
are people fucking stupid?
nobody knows what to say and how to react. so just don’t say anything. just go for the classic response, the look of intense pity and failed attempts at comforting and not knowing the right way to look.
You can all fuck off.