I’m not gonna lie… I really don’t talk to anybody no more. I don’t text, I don’t call, I don’t come around. I haven’t had company in I don’t know how long. Somewhere along the way I just distanced myself from everything and everybody and got real comfortable in my own world. There’s no beef. I just outgrew a lot of things. I’ve been with myself lately. And honestly… I find peace in staying out of the way.
I haťe the phrase “not everything is about money” because EVERYTHING is about money: travel, food, education, housing, clothes, health… LIKE EVERYTHING.
Um WHAT THE FUCK…?
So the first thing Victor Marx does when he realizes that Charlie Kirk is dead, is text Erika Kirk —
“No one is going to kill you. You’re safe, you and the kids. They just wanted Charlie.”
What the ACTUAL fuck did I just hear…????
I think one of the saddest things about me is how long I can carry emotional pain without anybody noticing.I will still laugh. Still answer texts.Still show up.Still make people feel loved. All while quietly falling apart in ways nobody thinks to ask about.