The thing is.
I don't even feel like posting silly things. Or food. I mean. I would love to.
For example, today I had a stunning tattoo done.
And I'm obsessing with a new fandom.
I shared these silly things on other socials.
But then I feel like. Should I? Would people think I'm not shocked? That I think everything is ok? That I pretend that everything is ok?
No, it's not ok. Galaxies far from it.
I literally spend my evenings crying on my sofa watching the news.
And I'm so so privileged because, as an immigrant, I'm white. I'm white and privileged.
A student the other day told me "as long as you're not speaking, you should be fine."
They were right.
But this is very far away from fine.