I'm tired of waiting for "all the information".
I'm sick of the "unbiased" reports.
This is my holiday.
I took it away from my birthers last year,
And I'll be damned if I'm giving it to you.
I am nothing, after all, if not an isolationist.
I care to much
I empathize too deeply
To keep it going right now.
I have something infinitely more important
Than white privilege.
I have the privilege of being mentally ill.
That gets me out of reality.
Deaths of the innocent
Then marching and protests
Then more deaths
Then some revenge
And can we know about torture, please?
And could you bomb Gaza,
Just one more time?
This is not the reality I signed on for.
And it's not a reality I'm staying for.
As someone tweeted today,
"This is just not a hill I'm willing to die on."
It's not for me.
It's crazy time.
Call me selfish.
Call me spoiled.
I can't hear you
Over the voices in my head.