The hardest part of losing my job wasn’t the economic impact, or the injustice of the how & why (but they sure do suck).
By far, the worst thing is feeling I’ve lost my life’s purpose & ability to make an impact.
It’s been a year but that bitterness just isn’t dissipating.
By far, the worst thing is feeling I’ve lost my life’s purpose & ability to make an impact.
It’s been a year but that bitterness just isn’t dissipating.
I’ve been working on a project now for almost a year, unemployed, tracking transnational white supremacists.
Once it’s complete, I hope — more than anything — it will be of use to you.
And that’s pretty much what keeps me going these days.
Once it’s complete, I hope — more than anything — it will be of use to you.
And that’s pretty much what keeps me going these days.
(Sorry, y’all. It’s just been one looooong day on Nazi Telegram — the swamp of humanity will do that to you.)
Anyway, goodnight from me and Asshole Qat who refuses to eat before a belly rub — every time.
The ONLY affection he allows.
Weird little dingus.
The ONLY affection he allows.
Weird little dingus.
• • •
Missing some Tweet in this thread? You can try to
force a refresh
