Here are my thoughts. I might put poems or quotes here as well. :]
Mood: Excited!
CW: N/A
Date: 20/9/24
I need to get a shit ton more oil though. That tiny bottle is NOT cutting it.
It's sooooo much better than a binder to me. Highly reccomend if it's the best option for you personally.
Mood:Excited with a dash of looming dread
CW:N/A
Date:3/9/24
AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Had my first class of the year today. It's a computer science course so I'm really excited to see how the stuff I learn will translate over to this website.
It was sort of challenging because we're using Unix and Python, which I've never used before (I think), but it was fun! I have another class tomorrow, so we'll see how it goes.
Mood:Nervous-Excited
CW:School...?
Date: 23/8/24
I'm going back to school soon and I'm feeling nervous-excited.
I'm excited because it's literally my dream school, but I sort of feel imposter syndrome? I know everyone everywhere feels like that--ESPECIALLY in higher education, but ugghhhhh
I'm just worried I won't be cut out for this whole school thing even though I've made it so far.
Mood: Angry
CW: brief mention of SH + themes of systematic violence.
Date: [enter date here]
They’d rather have us slit our wrists and tits and thighs and hips and cut out our tongues “you Mangy Scum”
You call us curs, but we’ve heard worse
So, come on, what are you waiting for?
We’re Peter Pan’s Lost Boys and Girls,
Us kids ain’t getting any older:
We die when we get bolder.
You’ll never have an answer that’s satisfactory
We’ll all keep getting burnt in your factories
It’s getting March 25, 1911 up in this bitch
According to you, we aren’t going to Heaven,
We’re lying in a ditch.
So Fuck You, Man and fuck your cronies too!
There isn’t any peace, hand in hand,
When we’re still sitting next to the Klan
You erased my history twice–no, thrice
And we pay the price
Is it really any mystery why I still fight?
All our books are getting burnt in your mansions
It’s getting Fahrenheit 451 up in this bitch
Turn on the light switch
Can’t see through all of your shit
You wish we could go back to the good old days
Where you could have signs that say:
“No dogs, no Mexicans” no rights, no freedoms
Is it really that United if you compare us to the
Animal Kingdom
Meanwhile destroying the ecosystem?
I guess “We the People” doesn’t apply
To those who can’t apply
For jobs
Where they check your cred’
Where the fuck did all these
Hogs
Come from?
Crawling up the walls
They aren’t Spider-Pig
They can’t grow figs
Where do you go when there’s no one you can rely on?
Illegal to help,
No money to go
All of these people
Acting like my friends have a bomb
They say to do right is wrong.
Baby crying in the cage
I can hardly control my rage
They shoot up
Our schools
Our houses
Our pride parades
Only Pride allowed is that of America
Land of the not-so-free
And also me
Torn between both worlds
My paper skin distracting from my curls
If I was pulled over,
I’d only have to worry about looking “too queer”
I’m just over here
Minding my business
While you’re over there
Up on my Business
Trying to look down my pants
See where my Identity is at
And I could go on forever with this rant
Everybody join this chant:
WE ARE HERE
WE ARE LOVEABLE
WE ARE CAPABLE
AND WE ARE FOREVER
No matter what they say.
Made [5/6/23]