Howdy! On my post yesterday I began a tiny rant about how people treat interracial relationships since I’m a card-carrying member of the “I Love Outside of My Race” club. It’s a somewhat frustrating existence, and frankly it’s only because I’m way too damn observant for my own good. Sigh.
I haven’t been able to remember a lot of my dreams when I wake up, or if I did, details would fade the more my body woke up. I opened my eyes and was greeted by this tightness in my head; the kind you get when you’ve been screaming at the top of your lungs for help. It was safe to say that this was a legit nightmare and it rocked me to my core.
(This is a long post)