Do not mistake my silence for consent.

I'm adjusting to the freedom. Trying to be both clever and pithy is a sort of curse. Some sort of Oscar Wildean disease the internets adore.

I'm not about to be any one's darling and so I'm rubbing myself raw against the freedom of it all. There is, indeed, a freedom of expression that manifests as silence, as well. I think that makes sense.
And even if it doesn't, it remains true.

Enjoy this instead of me: