For ranting like a punctuation deprived madman

Get help.

“Fuck you, make me”

Because usually it doesn’t help. You get a lot of questions about what you were wearing and what your make up is like, your love life is scrutinized, you get to retell the most traumatic moment of your entire existence over and over and over again to people.

And then nothing happens. The perpetrator walks free.

So you just try to put it behind you. Move on. Even though you are severely traumatized, you put in a smile and pretend that if you pretend everything is alright, it somehow will be.