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Am I losing my mind?
Sincerely,
Is this all some kind of, I don't know, hallucinogenic trip?
Maybe this is how I deal, you know? I did this last year.
When 'Lyssa and I broke up. It was in and out, back and fourth, not always certain as to whether I'm sleeping or not. What a pain in the arse. Honestly.
Realistically I know if I'm sleeping or not, but whenever I remember things it feels like a dream. not all the time. Just, you know, sometimes, and when it does it's mind boggling.
And either I or everyone else is crazy. It can't be both. Because apparently human life isn't as high on the priority list as it used to be. It bothers be that the response to my most recent outrage has on every occasion that I've shared it been a chuckle.
It's not funny.
You die of starvation, see if you laugh. Dammit. When did human life become so insigificant as numbers on a chart?
If this is the kind of world we're living it, count me out. When commercial flights to the moon become available, I'll buy a one way ticket and build a damn cottage in a crater. Then when I die of starvation I'll leave an extensive note outlining what it FEELS LIKE to die because I didn't have food. Maybe that'll get somebody's attention. Probably not.
But of course, why should we care? They aren't OUR children and parents. Who gives a shit if they die because WE were too lazy to do anything about it? It's alright everybody, no worries! They're not REALLY people! They aren't white!
Some drunk girl gets kidnapped in Aruba and the whole nation watches on the edge of their seats, while every three seconds another child starves to death. but I suppose that must be okay, right? It's funny, right? Hardy har har. Laugh it up.
Sincerely,
Is this all some kind of, I don't know, hallucinogenic trip?
Maybe this is how I deal, you know? I did this last year.
When 'Lyssa and I broke up. It was in and out, back and fourth, not always certain as to whether I'm sleeping or not. What a pain in the arse. Honestly.
Realistically I know if I'm sleeping or not, but whenever I remember things it feels like a dream. not all the time. Just, you know, sometimes, and when it does it's mind boggling.
And either I or everyone else is crazy. It can't be both. Because apparently human life isn't as high on the priority list as it used to be. It bothers be that the response to my most recent outrage has on every occasion that I've shared it been a chuckle.
It's not funny.
You die of starvation, see if you laugh. Dammit. When did human life become so insigificant as numbers on a chart?
If this is the kind of world we're living it, count me out. When commercial flights to the moon become available, I'll buy a one way ticket and build a damn cottage in a crater. Then when I die of starvation I'll leave an extensive note outlining what it FEELS LIKE to die because I didn't have food. Maybe that'll get somebody's attention. Probably not.
But of course, why should we care? They aren't OUR children and parents. Who gives a shit if they die because WE were too lazy to do anything about it? It's alright everybody, no worries! They're not REALLY people! They aren't white!
Some drunk girl gets kidnapped in Aruba and the whole nation watches on the edge of their seats, while every three seconds another child starves to death. but I suppose that must be okay, right? It's funny, right? Hardy har har. Laugh it up.