The best day of my life was the day that I realized that the way the world is isn’t necessary. That it’s this way for the deliberate purpose of oppressing most and supporting few. That it didn’t come to this way on its own, it can be deconstructed and rebuilt.
And consequently, everything I had been told was wrong with me all my life was the product of that; that it isn’t true, it’s a reflection of the world and not of me.
Sometimes I think people think I feel this way for fun or because I’m bored or because I just want to be different or something. But I don’t think they realize that this is literally a fight for survival. That the revolution is self-care.