My heart says this:
It's a Philippians 4:6-7 kind of day.
I can't control what other people do. It's not my job to try and protect everyone- I'm also not the best person for the job. If I worry about/for other people, all that changes is that I feel awful. I can pray, & I can be here for them if they need me. That is all I can do; it's the best thing to do.


But the words come out like this:
Apparently everyone in the world is mad at me right now... if it were just a few of you maybe I would try to remedy the situation, but with such overwhelming numbers I'm forced to instead just not give a fuck. xoxoxox

Oy
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