#everywhere

A lot had happened since you wrote those diary entries. You had grown up, got a job, and a real boyfriend.

Your real boyfriend, Joe Keery, was an absolute gift from heaven.

He was completely obsessed with you, and he didn’t like the thought of you even considering a relationship with anyone other than himself; Even if you hadn’t met him when you wrote the entry.

You had found it in the garage, a storage container full of old memories, and you started to read one of the pages.

Dear Diary,

I watched Justin Bieber’s new music today, he is just sooo dreamy. The song was so catchy too.. I wish he was my boyfriend, he would treat me better than any of the other boys at school.

When you showed Joe, he went absolutely insane. I mean, you had expected a bit of jealousy, but to this extent? Now he had you backed against the kitchen counter, grabbing at your waist like it was the only thing he’d ever learned how to do.

Poor baby just couldn’t stand that you had a little childhood crush

“Do ya think he could make you feel like I can mama?”

“Stupid Justin Bieber, his hair looked so bad.. my hair is much better.”

He muttered against your skin, as his lips trailed down to your collar bone.

“No he couldn’t Joey.. I only love you darlin’”

You managed to whine, flustered over his reaction to the new information.

It’s gonna be a long night..

Our fear is called an overreaction.

Our trauma is called manipulation.

Our survival is called supremacy.

Jews, 0.2% of humanity, are the only people expected to apologize for not dying quietly.

If Jews mourn, we're accused of weaponizing our pain.

If we speak up, it's propaganda.

If we stay silent, it's complicity.

If we push back, it's aggression.

No version of our humanity is acceptable unless we participate in our own destruction.

It's not just that we're disbelieved. It's that we're distrusted on principle.