Quote Originally Posted by fat lesbian
I’ve told a lot of stories about why I stopped hiking the Pacific Crest Trail at the 454 mile mark last summer, though I intended to hike the whole thing, all 2,650 miles from Mexico to Canada. They’re all versions of the truth. I missed my girlfriend, it’s true. I hurt my knee, yes, also true. I missed my community and my friends and my life in Portland, yes yes yes, true true true. Oh, and I was scared of the Sierra Nevada mountain range and the historic snowfall of 2017, not at all convinced I could do that portion of the trail alone in a safe way. Yes, also true. The Pacific Crest Trail in 2017 was no joke, and those who hiked continuous footpaths (or not-continuous footpaths!) through one of the most popular long distance trails in the United States of America last year deserve praise and recognition.
First fucking paragraph and her motivations are absolutely clear.

I'm a fat lesbian who missed my gf and my cat and after 500 miles of a 2500 walk I got cold and bored and scared so fucked off back home and wrote an essay about how men are cunts because my hotter-than-me gf convinced me it would get retweets.

Cancer.