now tell me how am i supposed to trust you

They throw you a look, maybe a raised eyebrow showing interest. You see them from the corner of your eyes but you act indiferent. You sigh inwardly. Here we go again.
They call out, a whistle or two. They nudge each other, point at you and laugh. And usually among them, there's one brave little pervert that would take it to the next level. A poke, an 'accidental' contact, not so accidental ones, one liners and such.
Some would follow you back home that you're reduced to a shaking jelly, forcing back angry tears. Some would go away once you tell them to 'Fuck off' and you just end up maniacally pissed. Most are just playing around, but some stray ones destroy your mental, dignity and degrade your self esteem.
Scared? Very. Angry but helpless? Sadly yes.
The feeling of having 5 guys following you from behind, calling out and cat whistling to you, knowing that any moment they could and probably will grab you and do things to satisfy their vain male needs. Just to see you cry. To take pleasure on their authority. To know that you're scared, powerless, weak, defenseless, vulnerable.
Imagine if it's your sister, or mother, or friend.


:'(


I'm tired of being angry. I'm tired of desperately defending myself because I have to.
Because I'm a girl. Now I'm just scared and disappointed.


sighsigh.

Current mood: scared, sad

Listening to: Situasi