i’ve been hacked. i’ve been scammed. i’ve been in love. i’ve been ghosted. i’ve been chased. i’ve had four surgeries. stitches. cutting. numbing. i moved long distance in my tiny little car for a year getting set up. this year took me to my bottom. like literal rock bottom. i am not there anymore. but...
did you actually think i was going to remain silent? i’ve spent the entire day today making sure all the people i grew up with and their children were not dead. fuck you america. last week i was called a baby killer by the same men…yes…more than one, that months before wanted to have sex...
where do i start? no really. where? when? do i go back to the day the toilet paper disappeared? that’s the day that really freaked me out…not because i was worried about toilet paper, and not because i was afraid of getting or giving the virus…...
I watched the video today. The one of George Floyd taking his last breaths. It is heartbreaking. I couldn’t finish. It is devastating. I sobbed. It has changed and altered me in so many ways I’ve been unable to put into words how I feel…...
so you didn’t give a fuck about coming into hot yoga sick and saying i’m going to sweat it out. and i point blank ask you to stay the fuck away from me. because i have a compromised immune system…...
