

I fuckin hate being so angry sometimes, it’s embarassing to lose control of and I immediately think about Palestine again and have it put into perspective for me that I am shamefully lacking in emotional fortitude and would have my psyche shredded by the evil being inflicted there. To the point that even comparing the two feels like a bad joke, but I can’t stop comparing it with…everything. This genocide is a hideous black hole devouring all horizons and my thoughts can never escape it’s gravity for long.
Like with a big knife?