A Live Girl’s Problem

The silent crowd was cheering her on. No matter what she did. No matter if she wanted it. They’d always write the same sort of overly supportive messages. Why? She hadn’t done anything special. Were they being sincere? How could they praise her even if she intentionally messed things up? Or did they just do it for attention, out of a mis-guided feeling, confusing cheering, an inherently one-way action, with love?

Whatever the reason, it probably was best for her to play along, while always being highly cautious. Just in case they thought they were entitled to anything. Entitled men were just too dangerous.