Talking to myself [4]

Discussion in 'Rants, Musings and Ideas' started by AnguishExistence, Jul 7, 2016.

  1. AnguishExistence

    AnguishExistence Breathe. SF Author

    My life means nothing to a stranger on the street that isn't the same complexion. Sometimes, my life means nothing to someone that is the same complexion. I am afraid and I feel lost.

    Everywhere I look there is a death of a black person and I don't comment on it, I don't share any posts. I don't engage in conversation about it because the media paints what they want you to see- that's just how it works. I'm afraid that I won't be able to make it to a point in my life where I'm proud to be alive. I already struggle with this, but I'm trying, but I'm afraid someone else's stupidity will get me killed. It's a fear that won't go away and has been this way and in the back of my head for some time now. I feel scared and nervous. I don't go out very much anymore. I love outside, but I'm afraid of other humans.
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