Why do my feelings have to be on a strict schedule? Your schedule. The classes schedule.
Why do my thoughts have to be stripped away from me because I "seem agitated" or "look aggressive"
Why does she always get to play the victim card, why am I always the villain of my own story?
Why does she get to defile my name saying I was targetting her? Verbally attacking her? Why are they all gossiping, messaging eachother about me, asking if SHE'S okay? What about me? Why didn't anyone message me asking my thoughts?
Why does she get to message me and have the last word, saying that I was being too aggressive... and I can't say ANYTHING back because I know she'll go to a teacher and I'll get in trouble...
Why am I always the bad guy..? Why am I still alive if everyone hates me..? I just want someone to want me to be ok... I can't live like this...
I just don't want to use zoom when it's so unsafe, when the FBI is telling everyone NOT to use it because we could be hacked... we could lose our passwords and social security numbers... but it's like they don't even care. It's like they WANT to be hacked! Why should I be the only one with the burden of caring?!
I'm tired
I might not make it to the end of the week. The note is half written. And my classmates are the 13 reasons why.
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Economy of Love
HumorA group of sort of "Spoken word poems" meant to be read like you're listening to a dark comedy sketch, or a ted talk. Mostly a rant of thoughts I wanted to get off my chest.
