Dear T: I woke up from this awful dream. I feel like the weight of the world is upon my chest and I don’t want to get up. Ever. Why bother?

TW (i can not figure out how to put it behind a spoiler)






In my dream I was in grad school, and was studying black history, except it was extremely white washed. I went “underground” so to speak and found out about horror after horror, just crying my eyes out. I woke up so effing depressed.