"You should stop trying to fix people" said my mom this wednesday.
I’ve never realized that till that day, maybe I broke myself into pieces to fix other people and that would explain a lots of things.
If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street… You’ve been told to look both ways before crossing, and that the sidewalk is your friend, right? Wrong. I’ve spent years walking sidewalks at night. I’ve looked around me when it was dark, when there were men following me, creeping out of alleyways, attempting to goad me into speaking to them and shouting obscenities at me when I wouldn’t, and suddenly I realized that the only safe place left was to go was the middle of the street. But why would I risk it? Because the odds are in my favor. In the States, someone is killed in a car accident on average every 12.5 minutes, while someone is rapes on average every 2.5 minutes. Even when factoring that, one, I am generously including ALL car-related accidents and not just those involving pedestrians, and, two, that the vast majority of rapes still go unreported, and I should know, I think my logic speaks for itself. And, thus, this is the way I live my life: out in the open, in the middle of everything, because the middle of the street is actually the safest place to walk.
Emilie Autumn, The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls (2009), “Hospital Entry 1: SUICIDE WATCH”
While the statistics have changed, there is so much truth in this quote.
I’m at my mom’s job stealing internet but I have to make a quick trip to the school.
I’m on my mom’s job stealing her internet.I’m ok, im at home and even if im still crying about the mess, ill promise ill be fine.