Do you ever just sit alone in your room, thinking about how lucky you are? Do you ever just count off the things you have that you should be grateful for?
Because I'm sitting here, living this great privileged life, while people are suffering around me.
Like, I get to complain that my mom didn't buy Beecher's crackers while others are struggling to buy food in the first place. I get to sleep in and look at vacation houses while people are dying in Ukraine.
Yesterday, we went to the bookstore, and I got a bunch of books. And then I saw the receipt and it was just-
I get all these things handed to me on a slightly dented aluminum platter.
It genuinely is terrifying. Like, there's this feeling of fear that I can't explain.
A while back, we were talking about classism in ELA. My mom talked to me about it, and she was saying that we're really lucky, and that we shouldn't take these things for granted.
Well, I can tell my brother's starting to.
and yeah seeya
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HumorThis might look light hearted, and happy, but it kind of spirals into a hole of negativity. ;-; *cursing happens* Hi. Hiiiiii. This is where I dump my life problems onto random people on the internet. In reality, there aren't that many book vents, b...
