Pretty Little Loudmouth

I used to be a cool girl, I used to laugh when my boyfriend made jokes, when he said "it's best to have sex with fat girls because they are more desperate, they will do anything," I used to be a cool girl, a cool girl who laughed when the boys snapped the waist band of my tights, I used to be a cool girl who rolled her eyes amiably when the boys made rape jokes, I used to be a cool girl, I used to. I used to be a good girl, who let the boys "protect" me, I used to b

1 I fall to the ground when my fingers miss a monkey bar, and I am blinded by the sharp woodchips which line the cement base of the shiny blue-and-yellow metal playground in order to save us from getting hurt. But of course they don’t save us. Instead they poke our eyes out. I fall through the ground and into a room made only of white, only two chairs and white, with no floor and no ceiling and nothing solid on which I can rest. My bed from home appears in the middle of the w