Can he see me? Or does he just know me that well? My intonation, breaths, sounds. Or is my mind just that available and chaotic and reactive?
I don't know.
He's safe for now.

He's tired. He doesn't deserve grief from me. He doesn't deserve to be put through the shit I put him through last night, and according to him - it's the 3rd time this month.

Identifying rape myths used to help me. It used to give me strength. I felt validated and legitimized. I felt justified in not accepting the shame.

Sometimes I tense up and shake until I consciously realize I'm shaking and try to relax my muscles.

I want to dance again.

I got discharged on Tuesday and I finally had the inclination to mention this. I have a problem being social. When I'm around people I'm uncertain how to conduct myself.

He said just because procedure is being followed, doesn't mean I'm not going at a slower pace than everybody.

I don't have to but I will publish. This is it. This is me giving it one more shot. Like ____ said, don't let it happen again. Do I have to stay away from Art Festival events, too?