Own your shit.

i’ve been working hard to own my shit…

everyday,
i wake up wanting to go back to bed.
sometimes,
i have no willpower to do anything including care.
i go through my day wishing i was in the other simulation.
the one where society didn’t drag us to hell with them.
the one where the lady won last year.
maybe even as far back to al gore winning instead.
what would that timeline be like?
would it have led us to this mess we are in now?

i’ve been feeling like my father,
angry at the bitterness of yesterday.
i’ve been feeling like my mother,
working hard for a better life but feeling like i’m going nowhere.
i’ve been feel like my family,
simply trying to find joy within the truths of our trauma.
i’ve been feeling like society,
being a slave to light dopamine while trying to ignore the chaos around us.my living situation has become uncomfortable.
i wonder if i’ll be living here by the end of this year?
that has been the real source of my mental and energetic decline.
ever since my landlord decided to put this bigger piece of bullshit on my already full plate.
it feels like i’m being force-fed something that wasn’t my fault.

i’ve been moody.
i’ve been annoyed.
i’ve been angry.
i’ve been lazy.
i’ve been tired.
i’ve been unmotivated.
i’ve been wearing a mask.
i’ve been horny.
i’ve been chaos.
i’ve been setting up boundaries.
i’ve been about two seconds from flippin’ TF out on someone.
i’ve been feeling everything and nothing at the same time.

How do I put how I feel into words that people would understand?

The war is spiritual but the attack is psychological.

— (@TheOracleReadsU) February 6, 2025

lowkey: i’m trying to find joy but it has gone missing atm.
i been trying to find it for the last 2 years now.