I didn't leave my bed today
I sit here waiting for my water to boil so I can make my first meal of the day. It’s 7:50pm.
In the background is Johnny Palmadessa, attempting to be proven wrong about how Trump will ruin America.
I’m wearing a cotton mini skort because I bled all over my sweatpants and these are the only bottoms I have that are clean right now.
Piles of laundry lay on the floor. Dirty dishes sit on my window ledge.
An unopened notebook stares at me on my TV stand containing all the lists of things I should have finished last week.
I tap my fingers on this keyboard, hoping that each push diminishes the throbbing pain in my frontal lobe.
Perhaps you’re assuming that the fallout of American democracy is the reason for my despair.
But instead it’s the current status of my life. I wish I could write it all here, but the trolls have made me feel so unsafe that I no longer want to share intimate details about my life online.
I wish I could vent about all of it here. I wish these words could reach someone, anyone who could offer a digital hug through a validating comment.
My cat sits on my lap, rubbing his face against my hsands (hence the typo). God what I would do to trade places with him right now.
The world is crumbling, and so am I.
Are they really trolls or just people asking for accountability from you? There are definitely hate comments, but I see plenty of comments just asking you to address things you refuse to address. That’s not a good way to build an audience. I have seen you turn fans into “haters” from your actions that you fail to acknowledge properly. Ignoring issues is a valid PR tactic but it is clearly not working for you.