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my mom thinks everything is disrespect. i breathe wrong and suddenly i’m talking back.
i swear if one more idiot goes 10 under in the left lane i’m gonna lose it. this ain’t a scenic route
why do boys only wanna talk at 11pm? like nah bro you’re not bored, you’re horny. go away.
sometimes i’m fine and then suddenly i’m not and idk why. it’s like being pulled under by something invisible.
my “best friend” just straight up ditched me for a guy. like cool, i was here when he wasn’t. hope he’s worth losing someone real.
I’M FUCKING ANGRY ALL THE TIME. AND I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY HALF THE TIME. I WAKE UP ANGRY. I BREATHE ANGRY. EVERYTHING SETS ME OFF. SOMEONE BREATHES TOO LOUD, I WANNA SCREAM. I DROP MY PHONE, I WANNA SMASH IT. PEOPLE TALK TO ME AND I WANNA TELL THEM TO SHUT THE FUCK UP. AND I’M TIRED. I’M SO GODDAMN TIRED OF FEELING LIKE THIS.
EVERYTHING PISSES ME OFF. I’M MAD AT THE WORLD. I’M MAD AT MYSELF. I’M MAD THAT I HAVE TO PRETEND I’M NOT MAD JUST TO FUNCTION. AND PEOPLE SAY “JUST RELAX” OR “GO TOUCH GRASS.” OH YEAH? HOW ABOUT YOU TOUCH A FUCKING BRICK. RELAXING DOESN’T FIX WHATEVER THIS IS. I’M NOT JUST “STRESSED” — I’M FULL OF FIRE AND I CAN’T PUT IT OUT.
IT’S LIKE THE WORLD WANTS TO PUSH ME TILL I SNAP AND THEN ACT SHOCKED WHEN I DO. WELL GUESS WHAT. I’M FUCKING CLOSE. SO UNLESS YOU GOT A SOLUTION OR A DAMN HELMET, GET OUT OF MY WAY.
i honestly can't believe we still have to say “nazis are bad” out loud in the year of our alleged progress, 2025. like... how the actual fuck did we loop back around to this? didn’t we fight a whole ass world war to bury that ideology in the dirt where it belongs? yet here we are. swastikas popping back up, hate rallies rebranded as “free speech events,” and a bunch of mediocre white dudes crying about being “replaced” when really they’re just mad women and minorities exist in public now.
and let’s not pretend this resurgence came out of nowhere. trump gave them the stage. handed them a megaphone, a wink, and a crowd. suddenly, the loudest voices in the room were the worst ones. racist uncles became political experts, conspiracy theorists became senators, and literal nazis started showing up to school board meetings. he didn’t just unlock a door he blew it off the hinges and rolled out a red carpet for every hate-soaked troll who thought being a decent human was “too woke.”
you can’t just keep excusing it. “he says what we’re all thinking” — yeah, and what you’re all thinking is fucking horrifying. if your inner thoughts line up with nazi talking points, maybe you need therapy, not a president.
and no, it’s not “cancel culture” when society doesn’t want to platform people who idolize hitler or think the holocaust was exaggerated. it’s called basic decency. it’s called not letting history repeat itself while we sit around pretending fascism is just another “opinion.”
i’m not gonna sugarcoat it. if you support trump and his circus of nazi-adjacent sycophants, you’re not misunderstood. you’re complicit. and history won’t remember your “economic anxiety.” it’ll remember your silence. or worse—your cheerleading.
fuck trump. fuck nazis. and fuck anyone trying to normalize either one.
i don’t care how tired people are of hearing it fuck nazis. fuck everything they stand for. and don’t give me that “free speech” garbage when your speech glorifies genocide and dehumanization. the fact that we even have to say “nazis are bad” in 2025 is disgusting. they should’ve been left buried in the ash heap of history where they belong. instead, they’ve just rebranded themselves with polos and shitty haircuts, marching around talking about “white pride” like that’s not just racism with a sad little costume on.
and donald trump? he didn’t invent this mess, but he sure as hell cracked it wide open and handed it a microphone. he turned hate into campaign strategy. turned cruelty into a punchline. and people cheered. he didn’t drain the swamp—he invited it to dinner, gave it a cabinet position, and let it sign executive orders.
and before someone cries about “mean liberals,” let me say this clearly: if your identity depends on suppressing someone else’s existence, you don’t deserve political compromise, you deserve public shame. there’s no “both sides” here. there’s no polite middle ground with fascists.
i’m not going to sit quietly while people cosplay as nazis and call it “heritage” or act like trump was just a “strong leader.” strong at what? lying? grifting? stirring up mobs while hiding in a bunker? this man called literal nazis “very fine people” and people still fly his flag like it’s a badge of honor. it’s not. it’s a goddamn warning sign.
we have to stop pretending this shit is normal. it’s not. it never was. call it what it is. fascism. racism. cowardice dressed up as “traditional values.” the only tradition i see is hatred hiding behind a bible and a flag.
I hate small talk. Not because I’m rude, but because I’m tired of performing. “How are you?” I say fine. You say good. We both lie. What I want to say is: I’m unraveling and putting myself back together every damn day. But I smile. Because being real makes people uncomfortable.
