
With this notice, I release us from the shame and the rage that enslaves us, our inheritance and our burden.

I am grateful for this day. I am going to help others find their reason for being. Their purpose on this planet.

I am a bad investment. I am sunk cost. / I am now a Defunct Model Minority; a failed prestige-whoring NPC.

Yes, we are all Consenting Adults here. No one is asking for any pity points— BIPOC or otherwise.

Do we stay because of sunk cost? or to keep playing out the same stories over and over with you as the righteous hammer & the world as your nail?

Until today, to find the only Real things you had left were delicious bitterness and delirious rage.

To touch the same paper so much Older & Sadder but also (slightly) Wiser & (finally) more Content & yet so much Rage courses through my veins at my Complicity in my own degradation.