Rayven’s World

what the entire fuck is actually going on. I’ve realized I might actually prefer to live in a bubble. I MIGHT actually rather be constantly distracted, because EVERY TIME I get a wake up call, i’m not hearing ANYTHING good on the other line. I was having a good day. I’m in the middle of so many things, pulling me in all these different directions, and I had a moment of fun. I FINALLY HAD A MOMENT TO MYSELF. I had just received the new bed set and sheets I ordered, as part of my room makeover since i’m back in my childhood home as a young adult now (no, I did not picture myself at 24 back at my mom’s house, but here we are). I had just come home from work, excited to put them on, so I began. I get my fitted sheet on first, then the loose one, and finally the comforter. I love it. I place my pillows in the cute little cases that came with the bed set, and i’m so giddy about it. my mom gets home, and because she lives with her nose in the news, she asks me have I heard the latest news about Trump. I immediately do not want to hear, but she’s going to tell me anyway. Apparently, he has signed off on discrimination no longer being illegal on a federal level. Great. Naturally, I fall down the rabbit hole of Trump’s latest shenanigans. Before I know it, all the joy and excitement has washed away in waves of suppressed anger. In the span of just a few minutes, I have managed to go from swimming in nostalgia from the chocolate milk I had after seeing my bed come together, to feeling absolutely powerless in yet another grand white scheme. Mind you, we’re only on MONTH THREE of a FOUR YEAR term. What the fuck we gone do?