Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil In America: Notes In Praise Of Black Performance

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I've been living in some of vacuum lately, keep feeling myself slipping further away from myself, from this world, from every living thing around me. I'm falling and I don't know what to hold onto anymore.

Help me, I'm afraid.

I don't feel better after crying and the dark feels kinda light lately. Like it's nothing anymore.

There's voices in my head and I don't know how to explain to them that I do want to keep living. My feet wander and I don't think I like where they want me to go.

I'm afraid.

Desecrated Host

venting

EVERYTHING MAKES ME FEEL LIKE HIDING

i have so much rage in me one day i think i will explode. i dont think i know how to forgive as much as i know how to forget