I am allowed to be angry, distraught, or depressed whenever I please. This is not because I am defiant or ignorant of reasons against these feelings.
I allow so much in people who observe my thoughts and actions and never once ask them to see things differently or from my perspective. I would deny the offer, in fact. I like the way I think to be my own and I don’t believe any other human deserves to empathize with me.
I’m not alone, I’m better than alone, I have escaped.