On Thursday, I was writing a poem about my feelings upon discovering the congo has a SILENT genocide happening right now, that’s like worse than Gaza’s…?!?!?!
While waiting in line for the food bank, and getting frostbite on my fingers.
On Friday, afternoon?
Watching my (significantly) older cousin’s funeral.
She was cruical to helping put together my dad’s eartly affairs in regards to fixing up the house immediately after his death… I was a mess.
My Twitch stream helped my mood and humour lift, thanks to this teenager who playfully trolls me, and suggested we voice chat in my discord, which was damned fun, and funny.
I’m better now, Sunday.
(My Discord server, by the way: https://discord.gg/JYRjBJFqzv )
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