FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
That was heartbreaking.
I AM PART OF THE PROBLEM.
How do I stop being that?!?
I want to stop being that. How do I?
I read every word of this. I believe it too. My sympathy or empathy means nothing. How can I help these children?
I’m like, sooooo these generations (the ones who aren’t locked up ) are so busy and distracted fighting about stupid shit AND I thought I was cutting through it!
I had my machete. I was armed with my words. I was cutting through it.
What I just learned to my complete, utter dismay is that I never even laid eyes on it before. I can’t cut through anything I don’t realize is there. I’m not doing a damn thing worth a damn thing.
I’m disappointed in myself. But it doesn’t fucking mean anything!
How do I help these kids?!?! What can I do? Where do I start? Who do I call?
I am helpless, hopeless, ill meaning and ill informed. I am a head case, trapped in my own neurosis. I am not in a cage. But I am a mother.
If some other mother’s son can live this hell… oh god what have we done?!?!
How can we make it stop! We have to make it stop! I want to turn away. It hurts. It hurts to see this. It hurts!
But I can’t turn away. I won’t. So let me fucking have it Tim Barrus! Fucking tell me more about how I fucked this up! I won’t look away.
What can I do? I will listen until I puke. What can I do? I fucked up.
