I shouldn't have to cry to be taken seriously. I shouldn't have to show people how I feel to be taken seriously. I shouldn't have to be interrogated to be taken seriously. I shouldn't have to forgive to be taken seriously. I shouldn't have to be kind to be taken seriously. I shouldn't have to be civil to be taken seriously. I shouldn't have to talk about it to be taken seriously. I shouldn't have to not be calm to be taken seriously. I shouldn't have to do fucking anything or be fucking anything to be taken seriously. And I'm real goddamn sick and tired of others forgiving something that's not theirs to fucking forgive. And no, I don't feel guilty for cutting them out of my life, they should feel grateful I didn't do it with the knife I pulled out of my back and now sleep with. I am Jack's broken heart, his cold sweat, his medulla oblongata, his nipples, his inflamed sense of rejection, his self advocacy, his learning to have self esteem, his bravery and his sadness and his rage, his smirking revenge, his moments of forgetting, his everything and his nothing, his flashbacks, his humor, his being eaten by a dog, his panic, and I wish his complete lack of surprise.
