Addict: Setting the World on Fire

Entry 12

Dear Someone,

Men are asses. Forgive me if you are one, but men are just plain asses. I didn’t say all men are asses - just most of them.
Funny… I consider darkie a male, even though nothing is in stone or blood.
Why am I reacting so oddly about this entire thing? I mean, telling my therapist what my brother did and all that? It’s a minor speed bump - it happens all the time. People experience it. And when it happened I just glazed over it and moved on. No point making a mountain out of a mole hill.
Those people, if they call, aren’t stepping foot in this house. And they sure as hell aren’t interrogating anyone. I won’t let them hinder the repairs that are and have been made over the course of these last three years. We had a pace; we buried it. And that bitch ain’t gonna become the living dead. Nuh-uh.
Only a few stitches have been ripped right now. All I need to do to sew myself back up is to just don’t talk about it, listen to music, take my pills, keep writing you, and just stay the fuck down.