i'm staring at all this random shit in my apartment wondering how i'm gonna pay this month's late rent, let alone next month. random pieces of art that i bought at thrift stores, looking for some representation of who i am.
decorating my apartment slowly to fill the walls in a beautifully aesthetic way, taking an unnecessarily large swing for the love of my life.
striking out.
there's a general plan on what to do next but i haven't taken the time to make one because it doesn't matter
getting this story out is what matters
i have to speak for the emotionally neglected people who have been told to be quiet.
"you're crazy"
"you don't need ____"
when we force our advice onto others, sometimes they'll believe it.
i have become so suggestible that i spent my rent money leaving tips because there was no one there to stop me.
there was a CHILLING episode of the new season of Atlanta about adoption because, yall, i'm crying right now.
we need more checks on who can adopt a child.
we need more checks on who can adopt a child.
we need more checks on who can adopt a child.
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