being a girl is about eating cement basically. off the road and etc
every once in a while i remember what the japanese imperial army did to east/southeast asia and the war crimes and atrocities and what happened to my own family and how the government still has not apologized or paid reparations and actually still glorifies that period in their history and how it’s difficult to even discuss any of this because white americans used this as an excuse to be extremely racist and commit even worst atrocities against japanese civilians in retaliation for pearl harbour and also just because they don’t see people of colour as human beings point blank so trying to discuss japanese war crimes is hard bc westerners don’t know how to act right about it so i always have to emphasize that they didn’t deserve the nuclear bombs and american war crimes or for ppl of japanese descent to be placed in western internment camps just to preface any discussion of how the japanese imperial army beheaded my family members and hung their bodies in the streets and kept their turbans as trophies and never apologized for it bc the experience and power dynamics between asians in asia during the war are not the same as the experiences and power dynamic of white americans nuking civilians in an asian country that was already surrendering. and then i get so mad i have to go lie down lol
you did what you did because you felt how you felt and now it is what it is
Time for my bedtime story *opens up 70k+ fanfiction*
Unfortunately I just have little idoiot bastard syndrome and it makes me say dumb things
my tiny human body isn’t big enough to hold all the love that’s inside me and that’s why i’m always crying
stop being straight its getting annoying
*hits rock bottom once a week*
just wanna find the softest grass i can find and lay down in it and look at the sky for a very very very long time