don't mind me, just scrolling through instagram, twitter, instagram, facebook, instagram, and then instagram again.
let me post something i'll regret - a small comment in a sea of hometown zionists that will garner no support nor sympathy - on the data-collecting, privacy-violating servers of the social network.
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okay, now back to the other apps. find a branch of support from mutuals, from comrades
wait, what was i doing on my phone in the first place? put it down. time to get ready for bed--OH! i was checking my bank account to see if i could make rent this month.
(i can - barely)
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now ten minutes have passed, dare i open the app where i blew up the world?
no, better not. stick to instagram. but skip the bad stuff. find the cats, the nostalgia memes, the rap beefs and the festival announcements
stop thinking about those kids with the smashed heads
stop thinking about those people in their last days
stop thinking about their last moments
stop thinking about
DEATH
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but wait... how are some people not thinking about death
how are some people so capable of pushing down the truth? sure, it's a survival mechanism, but they are not more evolved than me. i refuse to believe that someone who can't stand in their own discomfort with the state of suffering others can have evolved from the very same lineage as me.
i am a coward but i am not that cowardly.
i am not afraid to blow up the world
on facebook.
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Wow this is sooo relatable! Jaymie you hit the nail on the head with this one.