[ Her jaw tightens as she tries to figure out what to say. There's all these thoughts in her head, and she has no idea how to say them in a way that makes sense. ]

I'm just sick of you deciding—deciding what I can and can't talk about, what I can and can't deal with. Like you think I'm weaker than you are, like you know best. The way you brushed me off when I said I'd talk about it with you, and then you say it's better for me if you don't talk ever, and then you drag me on that stupid date and act like everything's fine and I'm supposed to just say okay? That pisses me off.