So, a week or so ago, a woman in B-town set herself on fire at a gas station. And reading the news story did what I’ve come to recognize as triggered me. It’s been years since I’ve felt this way, nervous and rough and on edge and god damn why can’t I buy some fucking gas without being afraid.
The woman’s dead, and I’m pissed at her. Because it’s fucking selfish, you know? It’s so completely fucking selfish to commit suicide by setting yourself on fire. First off, she almost blew up the fucking gas station. If you’re gonna off yourself, the least you can do is make sure you don’t take anybody out with you, no? And especially bystanders.
Speaking of which, crowded street? Middle of the day? Fuck you. Fuck you for making everyone watch. And for getting media coverage. And for driving the same model of car as me. Fuck you, dead lady. Fuck you for making me feel this way.