I’m sorry.

I should have plenty of time to write. I have plenty of things to say.

But trying to say anything feels like you’re walking on eggshells or treading on fine lines. Nothing you can say is inclusive or sensitive enough in shitty times like this. As a matter of fact I feel selfish as fuck using my own blog to complain.

*actual sigh*

IDK, what can I say?

People are still dying from Covid. Racism still runs rampant in 2020. There are entire groups of people who fail to realize the inequality that visibly exists in America. The corruption of power and hipocrasy I’m witnessing within our “democracy” is astounding. The simple ask of wearing masks in public is a political debate.

I feel small, powerless, and exhausted.

I’m just trying to remember that life goes on. We’ll progress again—eventually.

We’ll get through these shitty times. We’ll get to go on vacation again and hug our parents and witness major strides for females and people of color (even if we see some backasswards shit rn). *Ahem, cough. Amy Coney Barrett*

On the other hand Pope Francis just cosigned his approval for same-sex civil unions. Thousands of people who never voted before are finding their voices.

So… there’s that. I’ll keep counting the wins and those are major.