All in emotions
I watch myself doing all of these things that ultimately lead me to the place where this situation no longer exists, deconstructing these bricks of a past life, seeing every piece in almost infinite detail.
I'm staring at this government-issued document like it's my last fucking chance at freedom.
Why are we (especially as women) encouraged to dim our light? Why is demureness to the point of neurotic insecurity now our expected default?
Where do we turn when catharsis evades us?