Just me complaining
Something is different this tourist season. People are nastier. More needy and more arrogant. But there's less of them. Business is down. It's still crowded, but now every extra inch is filled with privilege and anger.
The hardest part is that I'm nastier too. I'm tired of being nice to people that treat me like I should die. I'm tired of living in the defensive because they have no idea other people exist except to serve them.
I'll never stop being pissed that these people ruined my home. It was so fkn awesome here. And they ruined it. I grieve home every day I'm home.
There's no food in the grocery store. There's not enough people to fill the shelves because if you aren't rich you're gonna struggle to live here. I'm not doing good. At all.
Something is off though. It's stinkier, no frogs, no authentic good. Sad. This was a cool spot.
The hardest part is that I'm nastier too. I'm tired of being nice to people that treat me like I should die. I'm tired of living in the defensive because they have no idea other people exist except to serve them.
I'll never stop being pissed that these people ruined my home. It was so fkn awesome here. And they ruined it. I grieve home every day I'm home.
There's no food in the grocery store. There's not enough people to fill the shelves because if you aren't rich you're gonna struggle to live here. I'm not doing good. At all.
Something is off though. It's stinkier, no frogs, no authentic good. Sad. This was a cool spot.
41-45, F
