I don't know what I'm doing. The part of myself that wants to quietly from a family who never will grow wants to recuse themselves with the notion that We aren't all given the same opportunities in this world. This is so painfully apparent as each day drags along, so I'm posting this in the hopes that my voice shrugs you awake just enough to make you see that
You're real, okay?
Real.
I don't know what I'm doing.
You're real, okay?
Real.
I don't know what I'm doing.