ACTUAL MESSAGE OF (500) DAYS OF SUMMER THAT NO ONE ACTUALLY REALIZES
I can’t believe I’m still alive. Stuck you be here and live. What life is this. It’s nothing but a drop out failure. My whole life is. I do things backwards because its just my way of doing things.
And broken, but not what people said or wanted me to believe but I never did. I was an active participant in it. If I wasn’t I would be sure to let him, and then who else knew. But no, it’s not like he threatened me, or forced me to do things I shouldn’t be or letting him do. I may have been 7/8 when it started but my consent was given. I have a remembered memory of a feeling of excitement. Like, “oooooh, I get to have my play time with him. I get to have our special play time.
So no mother. I will never feel like he is all to blame. He isn’t and has never been. I hate when you pull this crap. I try to shrug it off but it fucking hurts when you try to make me feel how bad and wrong by it is when what happens to other abuse victims I gave my consent. I was never threatened or forced. I wasn’t scripted or manipulated.