to hear with horror others' histories to have to work to muster sympathies to imagine what it feels like instead of knowing to feel a shock as if it is mindblowing to fear that it could happen to you someday to buy hope in a can of pepper spray it must be nice to know that someone gives a damn for you to write as if they care what you've been through to blast your pain to unsuspecting eyes to answer at least retroactively your cries to have them "poor girl" you and not "butch up" to drink from the feminist communion cup it must be nice but some of us don't get to be depressed we live or die ecstatic or distressed with no one but each other to lean on for others think we're born to shit upon the strong survive the weak just fall and rot wandering in the streets or just forgot so count your blessings for at least your curse if not relieved so timely could be worse