It is hard to read that stuff, over and over again.
I’m still in the process of swallowing what I read about Los Angeles and black people. I’m still learning how black lives don’t have any value in this world holy shit it hurts. I’m analyzing, I try to find escape roads, hope but all I can find at the end is anger. I see the system, its evolution. I see how I escaped it by being a lucky ass orphan.
No pressure at all.