I feel like I should be crying right now. I’m not sad, though.
I just had the most awkward 20 minutes of my life and the encounter did not happen the way I expected it to. I didn’t expect to be so emotionally numb.
It’s felt like pulling off a Band-Aid slowly - for the past 2 years. It’s finally off now. I have a scar, but I’m not upset about it.
And I feel like crying because it seems like a natural reaction to a situation like this and I just want to get it over with, but they call me E Gunna. Tears nuh come easy fi mi.
I don’t even know if that was proper Patois.
I’m hungry. Is it too late to make grilled cheese? How about Ramen noodles?
Who in the fuck am I supposed to vote for? I’m not comfy giving my vote to Obama (again), and these muhfuccas will ship me back to Africa with the quickness.
Can’t I just govern myself? Geez.