dear jo,

this is a letter i'll never send. this is more than what i want to say to you, if you'd ever call me back, which you probably won't.

anyways.

dear jo,

so yeah, things got a little weird between us, did you notice? did you notice me at the march, or at pride, and how i have to keep coming up to you to say, hi jo, haven't seen you yet today, hey jo, what's new? hey jo, did you go out last night? anyways..i know..

i know that things were weird. i know that we're obviously incompatible, i know that i'm petrified of you.

so guess what: i'm a rape survivor. didn't really want to tell you, didn't really want to announce it, but it's the reason for shit being fucked up. thought i was cool, thought i was chill, but no. see jo, there are these things called triggers....and you set off every single one for me.

you know...i'm sick of writing this.


i can do better than you.
and i feel hurt and rejected right now.


so peace out.

larisa.