just because i’ve been sexually assaulted and have been homeless and have tasted a loaded rifle and have been hungry and fucked up and scared doesn’t mean i’m any better than anyone or even any worse off.
i think there’s such a fine line between empowerment and “my story’s worse than yours nanana”, and the same between having loud, public resentment and victimizing oneself. i’m all for social justice of the internet world but not for all the ways it’s presented.
reminder that even if you don’t want to be, you’re alive after what happened to you and you still have a chance to use your story to change the world. it’s not about competing to have a more horrific story with a more painful ending, or about claiming that someone’s experience was less traumatizing than yours, it’s about sharing experiences and sympathizing and empathizing and joining forces to fuck up a world which didn’t teach your demons to know any better.
about you buying those plane tickets.... THANKS.
oh no, thank YOU