I know you’re sitting out there, waiting. Because you’re a girl, you just sit there and wait.
Wait for something good, or at least something better. Wait to be saved, and cured, and fixed, like an inmate in an empty asylum. Wait for everything to change around you so no one notices you’ve remained the same. Wait for the feelings to go away. Wait for your loins to learn their lessons. Wait for the tide to come in and wash you away to oblivion.
But you know what?
Fuck you.
You don’t get off that easily.
Every girl gets hurt, but brave girls get hurt in more interesting ways.