Sometimes, I can't fucking stand the filth that exists in this world.

I feel like I often find myself wavering between satisfaction with human kindness and disgust with human sickness.

Sometimes, my anger consumes me, and all I can do is cry. All I can do is think about what I would do if given the opportunity. If you would just give me a name, an address, or something to help me find these abusers... If only I could go back in time and protect you...

I know I don't always take care of myself and I don't always know how to protect myself. But I sure as hell hope I will always know how to protect others.

I still think about the survivor stories I've heard from friends and strangers. From their childhoods, from their teens, from their college years, from so many different points in their lives. In the back of my mind, I'm always asking for more details. So I can find the fuckers who hurt them. I don't know what I would do to them. Or maybe I do. Whatever I would do, those fuckers deserve it.

I just feel this great sadness and this pure animosity right now. And I can't get it out.