Rebel Girl
Bronze Member
When I drive somewhere in the back of my mind I expect to be pulled over. I expect for the stop to go badly. Jail. Shot. Doesn't matter. Something very bad will happen no matter what I do. I've come to expect people to take advantage of any power or weakness to inflict harm for their own pleasure. It's a repeated cycle I've experienced too many times. No matter how undeserved the hardship people will happily stick their fingers in your wound and smile with justification because you committed the sin of vulnerability. I don't know how to be a part of a world I see this way.