The way this old white man is reading this news paper is killing me… he really brought a stack of papers on this plane, reads a portion then just stuffs it all around him… like wtf.
Grief has been the hardest thing for me to navigate my entire life, but as an adult i see how proactive it makes you when you're forced to deal with all the responsibilities that comes with losing a loved ones. It's crazy how processing becomes the least of your worries...
Using all platforms to discuss me, throw jabs and create this narrative around me in such a public way without speaking to me is low and goes against this higher consciousness you preach. What value did you really put on our friendship if you love to sub me any chance u get?