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 ugh I woke up sad this morning and it's because I'm not famous. 

My artwork is not done. 

My substack garned a view from a man who's followed me on Youtube as well and I need myself to not elaborate more on him to show how much I don't give a fuck. 

I went to bed dreaming of letting a white man touch me intimately 

I dreamt of supporting a previous enemy, having a lover, exploring, and... having me. my life. 

So when I wake up. And I have no hits online. 

And I asked Stephen to be an editor and he's not responded, and I remind myself how he hardly did such things when we were physically near each other.

And I watched a damn tarot reading on Tik Tok. It wasn't bad! It said slow down though to process what's occuring. I'm gonna journal and how that counts.