The issue is where I didn’t care before, I do now.
And it’s heavy.
It’s so heavy that sometimes I feel very alone.
Because I don’t want to do what they tell me to do. I don’t want to have to shave my legs and wear makeup and eat animals and ignore the hungry people on the street-even if they…
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atardisandaprayer said:
This … I know exactly how you feel. The sadness. The anger. The isolation. The hurting. The wanting to change things. The knowing that things will never change. The loathsome feeling about having to be a part of it. Ya … :( <333333
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this. This. Read. Of. All. Read.
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