you did all that you could dothe game was rigged,the ref got trickedthe wrong ones think they're rightyou were outnumbered, this timebut only the youngonly the youngonly the young can runcan run, so runand run, and runso every day nowyou brace for the soundyou’ve only heard on TVyou go to class, scaredwondering wherethe best hiding spot would beand the big bad man and his big bad clantheir hands are stained with redoh how quickly, they forgetthey aren't gonna help ustoo busy helping themselvesthey aren't gonna change thiswe gotta do it ourselvesthey think that it's overbut it's just begun
Taylor Swift has a song called Only The Young that she wrote after Donald Trump became the last president. I think the title is slightly ironic, because both candidates this time were geriatric white men who must be so out of touch with most of Gen Z’s requests for the world they’re gonna grow up in. Heck, I’m a millennial and I’m already out of touch with my sisters sometimes, a lot of the time.
I unravelled last night. I should have known something was up when I refused to schedule therapy. I’m not one to do the difficult thing, I push and shove until the difficult thing is done, but I don’t do it. The last time I faced a difficult decision, this was exactly what was said to me: “if it were me, I’d want to run away too” so I tried to run away, again. I’m 30 and I still don’t want to do the difficult things. Come on, Sarah, where is your character development?
I’m on the way to the office to submit my biometrics for my pending visa application. I also put in an email to the landlord of an apartment I saw on craigslist. The place looks quite alright in photos, so fingers crossed. I had a massively long night, but I’m glad I unravelled through the night, because I needed to.