either it ends with me jumping or leaving the city. thank you people who know better. ohmyfckinggodwhateverperiod and everything else.
. ran away from houses from chest pains,headaches, and awoken at midnight in fear. all of you involved make possibilities bleed and no, i dont forgive any of it anymore.
happy early birthday, cpf. hope you're rising.
i wish i wasnt an object. i'm not and being asked or spoken to like that secludes me more.
branches stretching towards some sort of light. blooming but reserved. there is a brokeness that is shared amongst the general. finding new ways to cloak is the tedious.
still praying though. still greeting sun with wishes.
still.
in another world, i wasnt targeted for fighting for what i believe in. in another world, someone didnt take my computer and artistic tools to create to sell for crystal rock high and tell me that white and hispanic people arent to be trusted before doing it. the kettle calling the pot black. im not anyone's good girl. i belong to no one. congrats.
demonic entities sent after me and others as a prank after searching for truth, defending, and doing rootwork to promote justice tied to the work i grew up around. the black cars make sense now along with the taking of things i need. i took accountability for perceiving things wrong but this is unneccesary. may the woman attached be sent back her things sent after me and others now. covered under the blood of jesus. amen amen amen.