Sorrows, sorrows, prayers. Anyways.

How do you practice self care to combat the constant bullshit you’re surrounded with?

I agree to a point. I feel we are allowed a bit of shadenfreude. We’ve been saying for nearly a decade how dangerous he is.

I’m at the point where I can’t have sympathy for them anymore. We begged. We shared. We tried to educate. Nope. They voted for this and they can lay in the bed they’ve shit in.