but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. i’m not a girl anymore and i’m not sad anymore. you want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ you think i’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? i’ll swallow you whole.
remember that time when I got that flying scholarship through cadets and then i had to call some people to tell them what was going on that week and by chance i had to call one of the people who didn’t get a scholarship and their parent picked up and asked whether they had announced it wherein i replied yes there were two recipients and then he asked whether one recipient was a girl and i replied yes but didn’t mention he was talking to her AND THEN i had to endure his sexist shit talk and his rant on how if there are two positions for a trade job the employer MUST hire a girl because society is so concerned about being fair and they have to fill a quota and how that’s not fair for his son and other people with the Y chromosome FUCK YOU i outscored everyone applying from the sqn that year but instead i just said it is based on scores actually (implication: ur son must suck dicks)