This is a short one, because I'm too wrung out to type much. And it's still too personal, but if I don't scream about it somehwere...I'll explode or something.
Dear Thing 1,
Do not apologize for the things you did that I consider cherished memories. It makes it almost impossible for me to forgive you for the shit you did that actually hurt.
Just. Stop.
Love,
Velma
The boy is making me crazy. I can't figure out how to even begin to forgive him and that's not normal for me. He's making me a worse human being. *sigh*
Dear MAGAverse, We don’t have a dog in this fight.
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Just sayin’. In fact. I was today years old when I found out what a Groyper
is. Now, my reaction to the Charlie Kirk shooter’s potential right wing
sect is...
1 day ago
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