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I seriously would just like to go a few hours today without something making me want to scream. I want to sit down and eat. I want to see Brian. I want to have a conversation with somebody who isn't going to treat me like a half-human pitiable monster for being a woman, or who isn't going to completely blow past all my clearly-stated boundaries, or maybe just somebody who can actually listen to me without me needing to protect them from the added stress of me being affected by their actions.
There is no way to have a problem if everybody around you has too many problems to deal with you having your own. How can you ask for support? How can you ask for consideration? How can you ask for anything, when the mere revelation that you have a problem is going to create still more exhausting drama?
Dear Universe: Don't call me this weekend. Seriously, don't. If my phone by some miracle is not off or broken into a million pieces, I will somehow find a way to travel through the airwaves and detonate your phone while you are still holding it to your face. Assume that I don't want to talk to anybody. I am done with this week, and I only wish it were done with me already.
If I can't go to anybody for anything because you're all big balls of drama, then don't bring your damn drama to me, either. I don't owe you CRAP.
Signed,
Ashley.
P.S. Also, universe, way to remind me that there are people who actually believe and are willing to tell me women should be seen and not heard or they're harder to love. Keep it classy, universe.
There is no way to have a problem if everybody around you has too many problems to deal with you having your own. How can you ask for support? How can you ask for consideration? How can you ask for anything, when the mere revelation that you have a problem is going to create still more exhausting drama?
Dear Universe: Don't call me this weekend. Seriously, don't. If my phone by some miracle is not off or broken into a million pieces, I will somehow find a way to travel through the airwaves and detonate your phone while you are still holding it to your face. Assume that I don't want to talk to anybody. I am done with this week, and I only wish it were done with me already.
If I can't go to anybody for anything because you're all big balls of drama, then don't bring your damn drama to me, either. I don't owe you CRAP.
Signed,
Ashley.
P.S. Also, universe, way to remind me that there are people who actually believe and are willing to tell me women should be seen and not heard or they're harder to love. Keep it classy, universe.
