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Let's write it out.

We've been let down. Betrayed. We've been betraying ourselves.

I can't help but think there are going to be shown tomorrow that young voters didn't make it out as much as we hoped. Latinos voted for Republicans despite the hateful rhetoric of their leader, and most of them directly. Women voted for people who don't understand our reproductive system. For people who claim transwomen are going to assault us in the bathroom. We made a man indicted for fraud our attorney general again...

So where do things go? What do you want, Texas? Is this really who we want to be?

It's comforting to think that maybe this is a simulation. This is my own personal hell.

It's time to abandon the angry hurt whiteness of Texas, if I can. If this isn't beyond my control.

No one can ever convince me that reality would be so warped as to allow Nazis in the street again. That someone who lies daily is so strongly supported.

Never get your hopes up, kids. You're just an algorithm. So that I can be tortured. There's no reason for you to have dreams.

That's kind of all I have. This is exhausting. You're exhausting.

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