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Journal Entry #1

I wasn’t going to write this tonight. I thought I could wait until tomorrow. But I can’t. I’m angry. So angry. Angry at myself. Angry at the world. Angry that I’m the only one around me who feels this way.

I’m angry at the state of things. At how people just stand by, watching the world burn. Everyone’s too afraid to make a change, too comfortable to push back. Why do I feel like I’m screaming into a void? And I’m not saying there isn’t anyone out there willing to stand up, I’m just saying my sphere of people appears to be lacking the motivation. I see people pushing back and then I see some of those same people eventually folding.

And then there’s me. I’m angry at myself, too. Why can’t I think things through? Why do I keep letting this anger take hold? But maybe it’s not about thinking things through right now. Maybe it’s just about feeling something real in a world that’s become numb.

Did we mess up so badly in another life that we’re stuck in this mess now? Did we make some mistake we can’t fix? I don’t know anymore. All I know is I’m angry. Angry that we’re separated when we should be uniting. Angry that fear is controlling us.

I’m not radical. I’m not extreme. Though I’ve had thoughts about setting fire to every corporation that donated money to project 2025. I just want to fight for what’s right. I want to stand up for people, for humanity. But no one else seems to care enough. They’d rather stay silent, stay afraid, stay stuck in this system that’s slowly suffocating us all. And while they may applaud me from their couches, their actions would have been more valuable.

Maybe I’ll stand alone in this fight. Maybe I’ll be thrown in jail or end up buried under this mess. But I won’t let fear control me. I won’t be another person who sat back and watched it all burn. No matter what happens, I’ll keep fighting—because I believe in something bigger than this world of lies.

😮‍💨I feel better

To my Brothers and Sisters

To the Black Community

From the yn’s to the nonchalant, from the old heads to the woke folk—why have we allowed them to strip us of our power? Across the United States, I see so many African Americans sitting idle, unwilling to stand up for their rights. We watch our TV shows, cheer for our sports teams, and act as if nothing is happening while the government continues to do as it pleases.

To the yn’s so quick to turn on each other—where are you when the real fight arises? And to those who claim they “don’t care,” understand this: as we speak, they are spitting on the graves of your ancestors. They’re basically saying, “Fuck you and your grandaddy’s rights,” “We’re gonna keep fucking you over and you’re not gonna do a damn thing about it.” Waiting for someone else to save you, when in reality, you are the ones chosen to do the saving.

You’re here for a reason—not to roll over and take this treatment but to make a difference. To fight for a better future. We’ve been peaceful for so long, and no, I’m not saying we should burn down every corporation that funded Project 2025. Of course not—that would be crazy to say. And yet, I understand the frustration that might lead someone to consider such a thing. Not promoting it, of course.

And to the Uncle Tom ass celebrities who’ve sold out to the white man, you’ve set us back decades. For what? Your greed? Your selfishness? Your worship of money—something you can’t even take with you when you die? You should be ashamed. You shouldn’t be asking for handouts or favors from these elites, but it’s clear you’re only looking out for yourselves. Fuck the rest of us, right?

No wonder why the angels don’t like us. How could we deserve heaven when we’ve been forgiven time and time again, only to keep making the same mistakes? Jesus died for us, and yet, so many carry this attitude of, “We’l I didn’t ask Him to die for me, I live for me.” (Went over some heads). So many have strayed away from him. I’m guilty myself and also undeserving. But I hope the Lord can forgive me and all those who seek refuge in him, especially in these dark times.

Even if I stood up and fought for us, would this generation even follow? Would we unify? Would we strategize? Would we finally stand together? Or are we too far gone?

I hope I’m wrong. I hope we find the courage to unify, fight, and stand up for ourselves before it’s too late. Because if we let them silence us—if we let them strip us of our rights, our voices, our power—what will be left of us?