Prepare for WW3. Or don’t, I don’t care.

There is so much I wanted to talk about but after getting into a social media argument because my perspective is different than theirs when it comes to Russia and Ukraine, I’m done. People can go fuck themselves. I’ve got my B.O.B. and MREs to prepare for WW3.

I’m also learning Russian which may or may not help me in the future, but who knows? It’s beneficial to know more than one language, anyway. I also bought myself language translating ear buds.

I know where I’m going when I die, but I’m not going to just lie down and allow someone to take my life. I will fight and survive for as long as I can.

I’m very irritated right now. I just don’t understand how some people can want their country to fall so badly they are willing to put themselves through this destruction just to see a certain group of people suffer. I hate the phrase, “Well, this is what you voted for.” Excuse me? You didn’t follow me to the polls and watch me check off the box, did you? How the fuck can you sit there and assume who I voted for just because I don’t follow blindly to what the mainstream wants me to think. Nope. Not going to write what I was just thinking.

I am a person who has my own thoughts. My own opinions. I make my own decisions. I deal with my own consequences. I don’t need somebody to tell me how to feel and how to think. And I damn well sure do not need someone to wish hell upon my life. That’s sick and disgusting.

*breathe*

I don’t owe them anything. I’m just expressing my own thoughts in my own diary like I’m entitled to do like anyone else on here.

I don’t enjoy the month of March. It has nothing to do with what is written above, but probably contributes to my current state of manner. There is no grave I can go to and visit my dad on his birthday and that has always bothered me. Unless I want to stand in my mom’s livingroom and stare at an urn, I don’t know how to pay my respects. If we had actually done what my dad told us to do with his dead body, I would at least have a ditch I could visit. ( He was joking, sort of 😉.)

I have come to realize I am still not at peace with his passing. It’s probably why he rarely visits me in my dreams. I’m still angry with all that happened. I truly believe he would still be with us if we were allowed to see him before they put him on a ventilator. You don’t let family members suffer alone in a hospital bed. My dad was alone and it kills me everyday thinking about that. Then being told everything people went through was wrong and we were lied to. Fuck you.

I’m sorry for being so angry.