the I'm so hurt I might drown in it, whoever you are.

I love you. You're not alone. ✨

I have the literal and sharply to the point autism. When you send the mucketymuck of a large Foundation to ask me where your fucking check is, when you know full well you had it sent to the wrong address...

Well, GT saved us all from what I really wanted to say.

No, I haven't. Because that's not fucking typical. Because that guy is a predatory menace. Which is what you said. And what people kept fucking deleting.

And, I'm still fucking aghast and so very sad you had to go through this.

They put me in mind of teen girls working the MySpace angles.

Because we BEEN told these people exactly how it will go well before now. And yet the trading-up via whiteness continued. A hard head makes a soft ass. Too bad we all have to suffer while some learn the lesson.

While that's all true, there's also a deeper context here that goes well beyond individual choice. It requires acknowledging that Black folks have been called on to save this country over and over again with our actual lives, generally by white women, while Uncle New Jim Crow ambles on unchecked.

Talk about a seriously curated identity. Wow.

I don't want to just survive this epilepsy depression. Give me back my goddamn joy.

I don't want to do it again.

I'm fuckin tired of seizures. I'm tired of panic attack auras. I'm tired of having like 60 panic attacks in 10 days.