You’re dancing close to a very entertaining abyss. ‘Cause any day now, your brain is gonna figure out that how you choose to feel about it is irrelevant; the result will be the same.
Does it make you ashamed? My god, child, the shame will just make you more desperate tomorrow! Does it make you angry? You’re going to find yourself working out your frustration by fucking yourself and thinking about your anger in intimate, grisly detail. Does it make you sad? Chances are, “crying” and “horny” are synonyms in your world. Does it make you happy? Aw, I knew you’d get there eventually, poppet!
Whichever way you go, it doesn’t matter. The road always leads right back here. Where you belong.
And for the record? Smart, successful girls are often the hottest. It’s almost an honor, making a clever girl feel stupid, or an independent girl cling for dear life.
No, wait, not honor.
Privilege.