Dec 12, 2020
have I missed this place? idk
seen from China
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seen from Singapore
seen from United States
have I missed this place? idk
no matter what i do i always feel invisible. nobody ever looks at me and sees me, im just forever a dark-skin black girl stereotype. the harder i act as myself the more people ignore me or walk away or dismiss me. but im tired of trying to fake it until i make it. im tired of trying to belong, of trying to be accepted, of trying to not be alone. im tired of having to choose between what makes me happy and what makes me a part of society. i just want people to accept me as i am but thats just too much to hope for.
i feel like spongebob squarepants was the first show to constantly break the 4th wall in ways that cartoons only dream of doing now
Relisha Rudd is either
Dead
Being exploited and sexually trafficked
Kidnapped for other purposes
Escaped from Tatum and just ran away
either way, i just hope that shes okay. i just pray shes okay and that she comes back to the family that does love her.
im at the hospital (united medical center in se, dc), in the ER specifically, and there is no staff in here. i had to wait 20 mins for someone to put out the clipboard for me to sign in. then i had to wait another 20 mins for that same mofo to come back and collect the list.
the same mofo then comes back out 5 mins later talmbout who tool his black pen. aint nobody have this nigga pen so he caught an attitude, talmbout "oh so the pen grew legs and walked off huh? all yall just saw that happen huh?" like nigga if you don't call somebody name instead of harassing us about a fucking pen.
then an hour and 45 mins later, my name is called only so they can take my blood pressure and temperature. and it crawling with cops. there are more cops in here than doctors and staff and im just like wtf. why they here for?
if my experience is to be the same as it always is in this damn hospital, i know ima be waiting another 2 hrs. i hate this hospital with a vengeance but all the good hospitals are too far. smh this is what i have to accept for living on the southside.
gotta collect all the girlies 👭💋 #daisyology #girlies #bestfriendgoals
i need monies for my birthday 🎂
psst its this friday....
When I stopped using this app as my place to escape and be, I think I threw away something that was very beneficial to my psyche. I need to write more, I need to think more, and Tumblr has always been like a little ramble diary for me to express thoughts and opinions freely. I'm sure I hurt myself by taking that from me. I'm an introvert who loves to socialize but I've been descending into the chaotic, social abyss without holding onto my pieces of me. So, now I'm a little disconnected from the reality that I physically live in. I've been a bad friend to my bestie by allowing my focus to falter, and my distractions cloud me judements and decisions. I have to talk to her because I feel like Ive let her down as I stupidly watch my life is become a life now. Like I'm not just going through the motions and following orders of others or whatever; I'm actually going on as things come along. Everything is on me, and when it tilts Im the only person who watches and rolls roght along. I guess that the idea that each day is a complete little person thats in all of my control, both relieves and makes me nervous. I know it doesnt matter if I'm doing this right but I really wanna do this right and I feel wrong at every turn. Here I am about to be 25 years old and God knows I never imagined I'd make it this far. I wouldve thought I'd given up a long time ago. The fact that I havent is exhilarating but its just as nerve-wracking as well. I feel like that I'm going to place myself in some situation thatll be worse than what I've even prepared myself for. Everything looks good and I'm so scared, so fucking scared that I'm about to ruin it all. I just need to write more for one and I guess this is my declaration to return to that space. I'm going to write more poetry and stories, and do more work in research for whatnot, and get me on track to the way I wanna be.