i feel lonely. i feel worse— strange. and when i leave i cry in the car. and i say to myself that the trouble with life is that people are strangers. anne... people are strangers. i don't know if i can go on spilling myself out to people— those strange strangers.
I was in a study group recently that I was excited abt to learn more abt socialism/Maoism & I legit left bc a white man has joined & made me feel like I have no brain
I’m a part of this study group that feels so advanced it makes me feel so bad. like I swear I know nothing (but in regular life I feel like I do know stuff)