fai quello che puoi
“No, you’re just being too hard on yourself again.” You really think I would exaggerate such plight? “There is no one to blame.” There is myself to blame. I am to blame for mostly everything that upsets me; when did I turn into such a woman? I hate women. I wish I had the strength of a man. I admire men, therefore I put myself in a submissive state when with them. That’s probably why I always feel like a fool whenever I am teased by one, even if their teasing just means that they like me (I should be used to this kindergarten bull by now). Maybe I expect more from men than I should - but, if you think about it, is that such a bad thing? A woman should have her standards…. but I am not a woman in the eyes of most, am I? You know you see me as someone younger and smaller - perhaps as someone easier to please. Sure, you can fit me in your pocket for safekeeping, but won’t I just jab you in the thigh if you sit a certain way? So, for the love of God, tell me what I am. My identity is nonexistent without emotion.
Emotion confines me no longer. I become this Jane Doe once more. To be a Jane Doe is to be known and remembered as no one. A personality? Who knows what she may have been like. The weight is off my shoulders and I have been shown true mercy - true salvation.
You don’t know me anymore. You have no opinion of me anymore. “Does her personality appeal to most?” You haven’t a clue. You really don’t know me anymore, do you? Thank you. Thank you, because I need this.
