Dear friend,
I was told this would help. I'll give it a try i guess. This probably won't be a daily occurrence, but I'll be here and telling you about my life. So here it goes.
Life is a shit show. That's the nicest way to put it. People are dying, lives being cut short and families being pulled apart with the tight grasp of death. People like me being gunned down in the streets for being who they are. Gay, trans, queer, black, Muslim, women. All men are created equal they said. Little did they know how wrong they were in their hope that everyone would be treated as equals. That our society would turn a blind eye to the injustice being done to our bretheren and sisters. It sickens me when older generations say, "Here's your world. Good luck fixing it. Oh and don't forget to take care of me when my damage has been done." I'm afraid.
She doesn't understand. I would do anything for her. And she wants a chance with someone that is actually going to love her back. I want to be that someone. But she can't see it. I'm only another distraction from the world we live in. The shit show I mentioned earlier. I'm there for her, watching her heart get stepped on and trampled. Aching for the moment to ask if I can pick it up and mend it. I want to help. But I won't be that someone. I can't help. I'm too afraid, and too worried about what would happen if things got weird. So here I stay, the loyal distraction. Crying over her broken pieces that could never be mended by my hands.
I'm sorry this is sad, but it's been on my mind. You'll get a lot of that. Things that have been on my mind. Maybe updates about my day, how my life is going, what i hope my future holds. But today, this is what you get. Raw thought. Thanks friend, I'll see you soon.
Your friend,
A. Z.
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Dear friend
Non-FictionThis is my story. The good. The bad. The happy. And the sad. Take whatever lesson you want from it. I hhoe I can help someone.
