I am still around. i know i dont do much to draw attention here. Looking over my gallery, I get a few ideas, run a bit, and drop em.

Emotions are feeling bruised. I think I only have optimism for small things. like.. this sandwich will taste good. The scope of my hope has shrunk to ' i will get some nice sleep ' ' I wont feel like crap tomorrow. ' nothing bigger. I am still living with my parents. they have grown worse. racism, xenophobic, homophobic. I am masking all the time. I rarely get to let my opinions out. its all grey rock replies. yes, no.

Ive long stopped thinking of trying ot make them better people. I am a deeply sarcastic, quick witted person. i love to joke and poke fun at absurd shit. I have to contain that. not worth effort. they will die in their beliefs. thank you maga cult. thank you fox and right wing religion.

I try to make a joke about something. their call back is some transphobic. or racist bullshit.

I wake up every morning hoping to see that PotUS has died. i want to outlive him. spite is a shit reason to live, but i have that.