I got ignored all shift, and my coworker blew off our weeklong plan to get breakfast today, and will probably blow off our two week old plans to go to Berkeley to celebrate my birthday for the second time in a row.
I feel so extremely alone right now. I hate my life. I really genuinely do.
I hope everyone remembers Hillary Clinton’s passionate defense of Israel’s war crimes and total silence on Ferguson when she’s running for president in two years.
What criteria constitutes “real”?
What does a “real woman” look like?
What would a “real man” say?
What is “real wilderness”?
What does a “real meal” taste like?
Why does everyone and everything have to be categorized into some stupid multidimensional quasi-reality where there are three states; “real”, “fake”, and nonexistent? Its so trivial and petty and imbecilic. Are the original two states of “is” and “is not” simply not good enough for most modern cultures?
I have questions that I can’t answer on my own and that fact is infuriating me right now.
sometimes i really want to explore abandoned places but then i remember that i sprint out of rooms after i turn the lights off
i actually have a fashion taste that is completly different from what i actually wear but i dont have enough confidence to wear what i really want to wear
And the money to buy what I wanna wear
And actually the size to wear what I wanna wear
Or the correct sex, for stupid social acceptability reasons.