To the man who followed me home
FUCK YOU.
Fuck you for making me so scared I can no longer walk at night.
Fuck you for chasing me down the street.
Fuck you for shouting at me “come talk to me, gal. You’ll love me”
Fuck you. I do not trust you when you say “don’t worry I’m a nice guy”
Fuck you for making my job 100% harder as I work nights.
Fuck you for making me want to spend everything I have on taxis just to get home.
Fuck you for seeing a woman alone and harassing me so badly I couldn’t stop crying for a week.
Fuck you for making my anxiety 1000% worse
I hate you. You made me feel weak. You took the simple joy of walking home out of my life. I now question every person walks behind me. You are actual scum and I hate you. I am not yours nor will anybody ever be.
BUT
To the men who helped me when they heard me shout for him to leave me alone and not to touch me.
Thank you
I was alone. I was scared and knew I could not out run him. You stepped in, you saved my life. I did not know what was going to happen. And if you hadn’t of simply come in and asked what was happening I most likely wouldn’t of made it home.
You were my hero’s and I will forever be in your debt.
