i hate politics or anything to do with ballots and voting season. the most performative mfs come out the cut. identity politics itβs like gangs. shut the entire fuck up. yall donβt know shit about shit just want to feel included
i was no better. the same plug we always picked up from. if i was there with you like i always am it wouldβve been 2 bodies laying there. i feel like i donβt deserve so many chances when u didnβt get as many as me
weβre all still here and u did the hardest thing which is experience death. the rest of us have to live & eventually join you but for now youβre not here anymore. thatβs all i know. youβre not here
never had to process grief & the thing is youβre basically learning how to carry a wound for the rest of your life. i feel fine, normal for a bit. then i look out my window in the drive thru on university people laughing, standing outside & im like oh my baby.. ur missing this
well itβs a new day. i finally showered. i was disgusting for a good week. now iβm going to pick myself up. iβm slowly and surely accepting this and i just want to believe there is an afterlife & my sweetheart is waiting for me. heβs gonna come pick me up when itβs my turn
because they havenβt gotten excessive plastic surgery like yall wanna believe. theyβre just gorgeous, cope. like, kim has been gorgeous her entire life. unsure where the trope comes that sheβs gotten anything more than a bbl & some botox. give it a rest
it justβ¦ seems cruel and unfair. thereβs a whole new life now of new chapters, new beginnings, that youβll never be a part of
i would give up a billion dollars in this universe if god himself said a billion or iβll give you ramy back. i wouldnβt even hesitate. give him 70 more years keep the fxxking money
iβm deeply ashamed my kids have to be exposed to how grief stricken i am. all they do is watch me cry and say βitβs ok mamaβ
this is life though. itβs ok to expose them to the rawness of this third dimensional fucked ass world












