(I should probably give a CW for strong language…)
Don’t think this will just blow over.
Don’t think I only express anger because I’m an irrational bitch who “goes jackshit crazy once a month” (not my words). In fact, don’t assume I’m on my period at all.
Don’t think I haven’t thought anything through.
Don’t think I’ll forget everything I know the second I see you again.
Don’t think I’ll change my mind at the first sight of some pretty flowers. Oh, and don’t use them to act like I owe you, to guilt-trip me into just going along with it.
Don’t think I’m too silly or emotional to understand when you’re the one trying to shout me into submission.
Because women can have opinions too, and they’re not all based on fucking hormones.
Don’t think that past love and kindness mean you’re eternally entitled to get away with whatever you want.
Don’t think that past love and kindness mean you’re entitled to have me forever. Actually, don’t think you can “have me” at all. I’m not a thing.
Don’t think you can manipulate me into doing or thinking anything.
Don’t think I don’t have a will of my own, a life of my own, a mind of my own.
Don’t invalidate “no” to the point that I’m a little scared to say it.
And don’t you ever
not even for one tiny second
that this will just blow over.