I’m sad because I was sexually abused. I am sad because there aren’t enough feminists. I am sad because feminism is still needed. I am sad because of racism. I am sad because of war. I am sad because my friend tried to kill herself, because the world sucks. I am sad because my sister is not with me. I am sad because I can’t find love. I am sad because I think I cannot find love in Vienna, but probably somewhere else. I am sad because I don’t think I am good enough at fashion. I am sad because people think fashion is a vein stupid thing. I am sad because I’m listening to CocoRosie. I am sad because I don’t like sex anymore. I am sad because I am not somewhere else. I am sad because my body is a wreck. I am sad because I can’t clean up my room. I am sad because though I know I was sexually abused I still feel guilty about it, because I feel bad about it, though I wasn’t raped. I am sad because nobody helped me. I am sad because I don’t know how not to be sad. I am sad because I feel trapped. I am sad because I feel. I am sad because of slutshamming. I am sad because a friend of mine called someone a whore. I am sad because people call me a whore. I am sad because my mum is always so negative. I am sad because I can’t sleep.
