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What comes to mind when I say the word rape?
Is there a difference between rape and sexual assault?
Can a man be raped?
Can a woman be a rapist?
What’s the motive behind rape?
Is the victim ever ‘asking’ for it?
Is there a point to any of these questions?
Or should I maybe be asking myself is anything ever fucking good enough for you?
It’s been what a year and a few months, is it not enough that you try?
That you bust your butt day in and day out to be over it?
That you’ve had plenty of sex, happy, healthy sex since then;
That you’ve been able to talk about it so much with everyone…everywhere?
That you can be touched and stay emotionally present;
That most people would never know you’ve been raped until you tell them?
Why do you push and push and push yourself until everything is gone?
Why can’t you let yourself heal in time?
Why must it all be here, now, this moment, what next?
Why do you insist on opening yourself to every trigger possible?
Why do you act as if taking your time means you are wasting your life?
You perfectionist, demanding, stubborn ass bitch!
When will you learn to just be glad with what you’ve accomplished?
And when the FUCK will you be done this ISU?