I’ve been confronting them my whole life. I’m tired. My mother is into certain weird propaganda stuff, but it’s only been recently after an extremely traumatic event. I try to reign it in, as much as im able, but I don’t fight her. I give her something more concrete to put her frustration in.

Everything doesn’t have to be some big conspiracy. There fucked up people doing fucked up shit in broad daylight. I think the conspiracy is a way to avoid coming to terms with how actual fucked we are, and as a buffer between them and their life and emotions. All fueled by propaganda. Shits effective. I feel it hitting me everyday.

Sigh.