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Apr. 4th, 2020 09:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
omnia_mutantur I just finished a book that I suspect will fuck me up for days to come. Things We Didn't Talk About When I Was a Girl, by Jeannie Vanasco. It's a gutpunch of a book about a woman going back to talk to her high school friend who raped her (and about a thousand other things that the conversation ends up making her think about)
Hopefully, I'll have the ability to make words about it at some point, but so far when trying to write about it I've started to write flaily dw entries about
1) the morning after pill
2) how I soften my and other people's languages
3) why I flatter people and when and is that different from sincere compliments
4) why I want everyone who has ever left me to come back or at least regret things
5) worrying that I use bad things people have done to me as leverage, or bad things that happen to me as excuses for bad behavior
Hopefully, I'll have the ability to make words about it at some point, but so far when trying to write about it I've started to write flaily dw entries about
1) the morning after pill
2) how I soften my and other people's languages
3) why I flatter people and when and is that different from sincere compliments
4) why I want everyone who has ever left me to come back or at least regret things
5) worrying that I use bad things people have done to me as leverage, or bad things that happen to me as excuses for bad behavior
