I know that title is a bit dramatic, and before we begin:
From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free 🇵🇸 🍉
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What’s up party people in the place to be?
I almost wrote a blog entry on April 1st, ya’know, the fools day, but I’m behind in school work. It wouldn’t have been humorous either way.
There’s just so much going on at once, and I don’t understand how an individual civilian is supposed to take it all in and process it.
Of course, we aren’t supposed to, and I think now is one of the best times to band together as one people to combat injustice.
I live in the United States, where everyone seems to agree that our “empire” is falling, but I’m so incredibly anxious to see what comes next. Hopefully a governing body that cares about its citizens, more than it cares to funnel in migrants as expendable labor.
I don’t hate migrants, btw.
But I’m in bed, trying not to consider the problems of tomorrow or yesteryear, winding down with a YouTube video and wondering if I’ll ever love again, or at least get away from this curse that is psychosis and my ex.
Woe is me, truly, but there are those that have it so much worse.
I can’t begin to fathom their suffering.
And then, their perseverance.
A girl I was seeing for a while would go “that’s intense.”
yeah,
“Intense”
That’s the word.