It’s Christmas Eve, and I feel all alone. Everyone is sick. Our government is attacking us.
And part of me wishes I didn’t know about The Great Reset, so I could be mentally ill with all the others. Because when I sit here on my couch by myself instead of at an event, I feel bad about not being able to go, and then I feel bad about feeling bad, bc I know that’s exactly what this psyop intends for us.
So here I am, crying at midnight on Christmas eve, sharing my vulnerabilities with y’all. Maybe y’all are just that special.