god it feels helpless to live in the uk anymore.
i grew up so insanely proud to be English. When I was in uni in LA it gave me pride. When I was staying with an ex in Barcelona it made me feel awkward, as if I had to apologise for *those* tourists.
But at the end of the day, as Ash Sarkar once said, ‘no other culture could’ve created this personality’ like truly, im soooo British it’s funny.
And now I want to go. I have to go. I can’t stay in a country that is clearly being gripped by the balls by Israel and tech-giants. I don’t know why I ever thought we were different to the USA. I thought we were closer to our European neighbours but no.
This is where it began. England is where the atrocious cruelties of the past were thought of, where the perpetrators were born, where the riches were betrothed.
Of course this country would fall. Under the karma of all the pillaging that had been committed in its name.
But I’m too broke to leave. And that’s what angers me. They want us to hate each other. Hate the immigrants, hate the refugees, hate the dolls, hate the deliveroo driver.
But none of us can leave when this country turns to shit, none of us can afford to.
they can.
I feel like they just want to distract us long enough for them to pack their bags and bounce, and when we turn around we’ll realise that we were all we had.
I cant wait for that moment. I have to do something now. I have to make something of myself. So I can make money. So I can go. So I can live the life in my mind.
