CONGRATS TO FP
Since when is it okay for me to feel sorry for myself? It should never be okay. People are crying for reasons much bigger than this. They’re ACTUALLY starving. They’re wondering how they’re going to get their next meal; they’re wondering how they’re going to get their kids’ ear infections checked out, because well there hasn’t been a health care clinic in their area in at least twenty years. They’re wondering how they’re going to survive and stay afloat after losing the most person in their life. They’re wondering things that I couldn’t even imagine.
And here I am, feeling sorry for myself. Feeling sorry for not having the options I wish I had. Feeling like I’m stuck, like there’s no way out, like I couldn’t possibly be okay again. I guess I just really want to be home. I want to be with my family again. I want to be with my mom, who makes excuses for me as to why I should be hungry. Who makes me feel like no problem is too big to handle. I want to cure eczema and I want to eradicate allergies.
I want to make sure everyone has access to food, regardless of what restrictions they have. Regardless of whether they’re gluten-free, vegan, soy-free, nut-free, meat-free, corn-free, sesame-free, or everything-free. If the only thing they can eat is water, I will make sure they get the nutrients they need.
I will make sure of it.
You just watch me.
AT 4:32 IN THE MORNIGN
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