until I start thinking "I'll die today, that's a good idea"
I wonder if that's the sentence that anchors sanity because I'm sure (in some healthy part of me) that I like living, that I want to travel, and laugh, and visit the sea
and that yes I love the people I love
I feel so sad that thinking about human rights now comes easy for me while a lot of people take it the wrong way, the classic "blacks? so you hate white people" "gays? so you hate straight people" "women? so you hate men"
I can live with that, can't I?
but I'm sad I had to talk to my significant other for hours confusing him, and I couldn't even look at my dear uncle at the face because I felt I was rotting from the inside
but since I have their support I feel better now