I’M SO STUPID. I mean, I knew the whole time, on some level, but I let myself believe the things I wanted to believe, because it was easier that way. Or maybe because I saw my own happy ending, as fucked up as that is. I’ve been called dumb my entire life. By my asshole stepfather, by boys who told me things I wanted to hear to get me to do things, by girls in high school locker rooms. I’ve been called dumb so many times that I was convinced they were right and I was hopeless.
But I’m not hopeless. I’m furious. Furious at everyone who has underestimated me, and furious at him. This time, I did something with my anger. They know my story now, and it’s going to change everything.