i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
you’re more racist than the US without the money
you’re more classist than Europe without an upper class
you’re nationalists with no cultural exports
you’re Zionists for free
you look down on your neighbors while being broker than them
you’re third world without good food
I don’t want my daughter to be like me. I want her to speak up sooner. Walk away faster. Trust herself deeper. Apologize less. Take up more space. Ask bigger questions. Dream louder. And if that means she becomes everything I wasnt… GOOD!