if you want a brief summation of how the last few months have been for me personally, i just had a panic attack because too many good things are happening
like yeah, i've signed the lease, i have the keys, we're moving in tomorrow... but there's gotta be a catch here somewhere. good things are just bait. they're rakes on the lawn. why should i bother having any kind of hope when there's no evidence that anything can get better?
one of the most radicalizing things about this experience is that while it's been the single most direly stressful circumstance i have ever found myself in, i've also had it relatively easy compared to millions of others in our position. the injustice of it all is incomparable
knowing that we would have been substantially more fucked if i didn't have this arbitrary store of clout to flash donation links on, knowing that so many people simply have no recourse in this situation and that the state doesn't care how many of us die in the fucking street
guys i think i might have some trauma about this
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