(slight) vent(?)
'ello me li'le luvbugs,
i actually started crying last night as i watched my siblings do fireworks through my window.
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im definitely someone who feels as though independence day is a total scam, seeing as there straight up isn't "library and justice for all". but like... why don't i feel that spark anymore? i miss ignorance and youth, that blissfully unaware naiveté that carried me through life. i have very distinct memories of the fourth of july- watching a few fireworks just to go inside and watch barbie fairytopia, for one. i mean, holidays in general just feel null, pointless and almost dystopian. are we seriously meant to stuff our faces with food and laugh amongst ourselves when out society, our *whole world*, is in shambles? this isn't like the movies. this isn't red picnic blanket, hanging out with your friends at the lake, summer sleepovers, backyard swingset and no cares in the world. this isn't some romanticized fantasy of americana. this is real life, and it's falling apart (....yeah, yeah, du-nu-nu-nu, sexy girl, come and lay with me, im frustrated, and it's sexuallyyyyyyy, like O M G, you make me com-com-complete) and feels as though we're doing nothing to stop it. thank you for coming to my ted talk.
löts öf löve,
büg
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