I don’t think I’m mentally ill because, objectively, the world is going to hell.
I will take the titles if I can manage to make it more tolerable because I put myself in a position where I now have a kid who looks up to and depends on me to be as collected and whole as I can be
I don’t go out because I hate being monitored. There’s invisible eyes on me all the time.
The flock cameras, the cameras in every grocery aisle, the camera on my laptop and phone.
I have no privacy anywhere and it really makes it hard to live.
I have to see this therapist one on one at least two more fucking times. And I’m fucking mad.
I wanna climb thru the screen and punch her.
Pissing me off with that bullshit
Fuckass therapist asking me why I’m not dating my ex.
Like bro I tried. Repeatedly. We’re better as friends and friends only.
I’ve got a kid now.
I just needed closure that like that part of my life is over because I got so used to him being my person.
And now my husband is.
They want you to believe your voice doesn't matter.
Yet in just the last few days:
-LAPD canceled its Flock contract.
-Meta cancelled Muse Image AI after privacy outrage.
-One of the largest planned U.S. data centers was killed (PW Digital Gateway) by local opposition.
The surveillance state isn't inevitable.
It advances when people are apathetic.
It retreats when people fight back.
Public pressure works. Keep pushing.
Despite the hell I went thru last night. I must smoke tonight. Not because I want to, but because it’s my routine. And I’ll be damned if I don’t sleep because I broke routine