#did that many times with physical abuse/rape lololololol

[memes-in-a-half-shell]

Villain AU - Deadlock, Part 6

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 ||

Struggled with the beginning a bit, but now here we areeee.

Trigger warning: Panic attack (due to a fear of men :'] yeee)

It's been a while since she'd been asked to go after the Purple Dragons. The request came from some rich guy that wanted to be the next big tech guru and see their company reach the highest heights - or something along those lines. It was no secret that the targeted criminal organization had plenty of tricks up their sleeves, especially when it cames to technological advancements and anything of the sorts. Stealing from them was always a risky gamble, but it was one Vee was ready to take, especially for a good price.

It was deep into the Lower East Side, bordering the east river, that the woman made her way into a large warehouse. She knew the place would be empty, the Purple Dragons really keen on keeping a low profile about their stashes. The more "normal" and "unbusy" it looked, the better it wouldn't get picked up by any sort of law enforcements. Sure they had their usual security passwords, accesses and whatsnot, but that was a piece of cake to bypass when you knew what you were doing.

The lower floor was filled with rows of large stacked containers that Vee knew would be holding weapons, guns, drugs or any other illicit goods. She was mostly aiming for the upper floor which consisted mainly of modular rooms hugging the walls, all linked by a metal mezzanine.

Getting up there, she stealthily made her way towards the first room she found, wanting to start her searches there. Entering and closing the door softly, she could never expect her next sight as she turned around to glance at the room's interior.

Two pairs of eyes were now staring at her, one blue and one green. It was two of those mutant turtles; the big one sporting a red do-rag and the other smaller and wearing an orange bandana. Vee was completely frozen. What were they doing here?

"Hey, you're that girl from the Foot clan stronghold," started the red one.

"Yeah, so?" replied Vee in her flanged voice. She was ready to bail at any moment.

"We were startin' to wonder when you'd show your face again."

"Well, we can't see much of her face with those googles and mask," added the smaller one.

They were starting to get closer, the woman keeping her eyes on the nunchuck the orange terrapin was lazily swinging at his side.

"What do you guys want here?" she dared ask.

"We're here for nunya," said the orange clad one.

"... Nunya?"

They were now towering her, Vee feeling so small all of a sudden.

"Nunya business," he finished.

That got a quick laugh out of the two brothers, landing a quick fistbump between them. The tall muscular one next rested his forearm against the closed door, Vee now trapped between them and the only exit.

"What about you, smooth criminal?"

Oh she was starting to hate this very much. She could feel her anxiety rise, mostly from being cornered.

"Let me go," she simply said.

"We're just talking, sweetcheeks," added the orange terrapin.

"I said, let me go away!" her tone was now harsher.

The red clad turtle then forcefully rested his hand against her upper torso, blocking her even more against the door.

"We're not gonna ask again," he said, with a faint tint of menace. "There's no way we're lettin' you fail our mission once more. So ya better start talkin'."

Vee's heart was now beating fast out of fear. She usually could deal with people getting in her way, but for those behemoths to stop her, she felt some old repressed fears crawl back into light... Out of pure instinct, she did not hesitate to slap her right hand against the brute's face, letting her glove's claws scratch his scales. He backed out in surprise, giving the woman enough room to turn around and rapidly open the door. In her rush, she miscalculated her steps and faceplanted hard against the door frame first; knocking against the left side of her forehead and cracking the left lense of her googles. Quickly regaining her senses, the woman was then able to properly exit, hearing some commotion behind her. Her flight response took over, not even trying to reach a staircase as she prefered to jump over the railing and fall straight down - finishing her fall with a roll. That unfortunately brought her cracked lense to fall off, Vee now losing accurate sight from that eye. That didn't stop her still, prefering to rush inbetween the rows of containers, still hearing the two others call out to her. It was after she made a sharp turn that she bumped into something else, this time falling backward.

Her good eye spotted a black backpack first, the new form then turning around and revealing itself to be Donatello. The tall terrapin gasped, already reaching for Vee and getting her back up.

"What are you doing here?" he asked. His hand already got to her forehead. "You're bleeding, what happened?"

The human wriggled out of his hold. Fear could be read in her visible eye.

"Don't touch me," she said in slight panic. "I need to go."

"Vee, you got hurt, let me help at least."

Her sight locked on another presence at the end of the row they were in, behind Donatello, this time being the fourth turtle. His icy blue stare was burning her soul, his stance making him more akin to a big cat ready to pounce its prey at any moment... She could feel Donnie's hands on her once more, trying to stabilize her and get an assessement of her state. But that only snapped Vee back to the current moment, looking back at the purple banded terrapin.

"Leave me alone!" her tone was now tainted with fear.

She was able to escape his hold once more, already turning heels and about to run away. She did spot the two others from earlier at the opposite end of the row, her breathing fastening again. Franctically looking at both sides, she finally settled for some smoke bombs as she saw the red and orange ones approaching fast. The thick layer offered her a chance to slip through two containers, unseen. In a renewed rush she got her grappling hook out, aiming for an opened window at the top of one of the building's walls. Zipping through it, she was glad to find a ledge to walk onto. Her steps were fast as she only wanted to get as much distance between her and the terrapins.

Reaching the ground level she almost slipped in her rush, her breathing labored as she franctically seached for the most nearby subway entrance. Most of her senses were now scrambled - her eyesight in a tunnel vision, her hearing amplified tenfold. It felt like a dream once she reached her goal. She didn't even bothered to pay for the entrance, jumping over the till. Her sole goal was to head home. Nothing more. Nothing less.

She could feel the stares on her, strangers looking over her like the freak she most probably seemed like at the moment. Sitting down, her right leg was bouncing franctically, her eyes lost on a specific point on the floor. Her chest was clenching her, making it difficult to breathe at each passing seconds. Not now, she thought. Not NOW.

The trek home didn't feel real. She didn't even mind showing herself in her gear. She climbed the stairs and it felt like a chore, her legs so stiff and heavy... Reaching the door to her unit, her hands were shaking as she struggled to find the key and unlock the damn thing. Once Vee finally stepped in, she fell against the door, closing it with a loud bang. Sitting on the floor, her emotions now could flow freely, removing her face mask in a hurry only so she could take in air more easily. Breathing loudly, tears escaped her eyes effortlessly, her legs shaking once more.

"Fuck!" she sobbed.

She hated being cornered. She hated feeling small. She hated loud voices and strong, harsh movements against her. In an instant, she relieved at those times men abused of their power on her. Loud voices that kept freezing her. A strength that would pin her and break her in every ways possible. She didn't want to remember, yet that's all she could do...

A vibration in one of her bags grounded her, guessing that it was her phone. She got the device out only to notice a notification for a new text message. Vee sighed, knowing it was Donnie. They had finally exchanged phone numbers after that time he came by her place. ... Right now was not a good time.

D: Please tell me you're alright. You were bleeding pretty bad... V: I'm safe. Stop.

That's all she could write. She only turned her phone off next, a long sigh escaping her lips. The weight of her panic finally fell down on her, lazily removing her broken googles. Her features were now wet from her tears - overall feeling disgusting and sore. The woman was able to make her way to the bathroom, first noticing her state in the mirror. A long streak of blood was now on the left side of her face, starting from her forehead. She did feel slightly light-headed, but didn't make a huge deal out of it, prefering to head into the shower instead.

The water running down her hair and skin felt like a cure. A balm that washed away any leftover fears. At once she was able to breathe, realizing that she was home. She was safe. She took the time to review her failure, trying to figure out how she'd tell her client that she either needed more time, or that she's drop the case completely... Right now her body and mind simply couldn't stand dropping by that warehouse again ... at least not in the near future.

Stepping out, she simpy wrapped her body and hair in towels, prefering to head afterward to her computer. There was a simple comfort whenever it came to mindlessly scrolling through the internet, somehow numbing her brain to any stressors. It was however when she landed on her usual forum that Vee noticed a notification from one of her contacts. FuttoGyangu...

FuttoGyangu: Requesting a status update about the agreed transaction.

A heavy sigh left Vee, feeling her hands shake a little once more. She was clearly not in the mood to handle this, but her fingers flew across the keyboard on their own.

smooth_criminal: It'll take time. Can be a matter of days, weeks, months even. This is a delicate situation and I need to make sure I can do this without any issues. smooth_criminal: This case remains my top priority, no matter what comes in my way.

It was true in a sense. Especially with the promised amount of money she'd receive, she simply couldn't fuck this up.

FuttoGyangu: My boss' patience has its limits. We will be keeping an eye on you. In hopes that this message will fasten your procedures.

Vee frowned lightly at the "keeping an eye on you" part.

"Great, are they also logged in my stuff?" she groaned.

She didn't have the heart to dig any deeper nor unplug her damn router again. Simply turning her machine off, she opted to beeline for her bed, falling down naked onto her mattress and blankets and hoping that sleep would claim her fast instead...

***

Oh was she glad that she had the day off today. She woke up close to noon, the sky awfully blue and the trafic roaring lively outside. With a groan she reached for her cellphone on her nightstand, turning the device back on. It was with slight surprise that she noticed a string of texts waiting to be read:

D: I'm sorry for whatever happened last night. D: Mikey and Raph told me they found you first and you clawed Raph! (nice btw, he needs to be bitchslapped more often) D: I failed to recognize that you were panicking... I'm sorry I tried to restrain you. D: ... Please let me know you're feeling alright. That was a nasty bruise on your forehead. D: I'm sorry.

A small smile crept on Vee's lips, somehow amused yet touched by his concerns. Simply to amuse herself, she only replied:

V: Missing some more 'I'm sorry', then I'll forgive you.

Lazily getting out of bed next, she simply slipped on a pair of underwear and a hoodie, slipping her phone inside the front pocket and resolving herself to get something to eat. Vee settled herself for some toasts, not even minding to get crumbs everywhere as she sat down on the couch. She needed to figure out a way to accelerate getting her hands on the green ooze... yet some details about the substance kept itching her brain.

The woman felt her phone vibrate, surprisingly. Taking it out, she noticed a new message from Donatello.

D: sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

That got a quick snort out of her, instantly writing back:

V: That's it! Congrats, you're more Canadian than me. V:... I thought you'd be sleeping? Aren't you guys ever resting or something?

Maybe their mutant genes gave them unlimited energy?

D: I was starting to sleep. I just finished some freelance work. But I also wanted to know when you'd tell me you're okay.

Oh....

D: Can I call you? I'm too tired to type... V: Just go to sleep. D: Please

Vee sighed, finishing her small meal first.

V: Sure

It only took a brief moment before it rang, the human accepting the call with some hesitation.

"What's up, coconut," she greeted lazily.

She heard the faintest chuck on the other end of the line, which somehow brought a small smile on her features.

"I just wanted to hear your voice. I need to make sure you're feeling alright after that hit to your head."

Gosh, his voice had this je-ne-sais-quoi when he was tired...

"How did it happen, anyway?"

Vee faked a quick laugh: "I thought your brothers would've told you. It was really embarrassing.... I slammed my face against a doorframe."

"Oh-" he tried to retain some snickers. "Oh, I'm- I'm sorry. That must've- hmmrph- hurt."

"You can laugh, I don't care," reassured Vee. "It's really stupid. I can be quite clumsy at times."

He puffed, losing the hilarity: "No, no, accidents happen. I'm just glad it didn't get worse."

"I mean ... it did get worse last night, but not because of that," confessed the woman.

She instantly regretted letting that out, but at the same time it was absolutely not far from the truth. She could feel Donnie's sympathy through the phone.

"... Wanna talk about it?"

Vee could feel some tears swell up in her eyes again, rapidly drying them with her sleeve. God, she was still shook, it seems...

"I don't know," she answered in a weak tone. "I'm still processing a lot of emotions right now. ... Last night I felt some stuff I haven't dealt with in a long time." She tried to lighten her voice, forcing a smile: "I'm sorry, you don't need to hear this."

"Nonsense. ... I get it, my brothers and I can be quite intimidating. ... I just saw that fear in your eyes and I knew something was wrong, but I had no idea how to deal with that."

"It's no one's responsability for me to get my shit together," added Vee. "I just have to get over it and do better."

"There's no harm in asking for help when things go sour, Vee. Sometimes we can't overcome things on our own."

That somehow got to her, this warm feeling suddenly invading her body and senses.

"Stop it, you're too sweet. I'll get diabetes."

That got another quiet laughter from the turtle, improving Vee's mood.

"Although, you're a on thin line, mister. Your turtley gang prevented me from completing my job, so that sucks ass."

"What were you looking for?"

A sigh left her: "Schematics, technological advancements, files of any sorts that could help a rich loser bring his tech company to new heights. I was supposed to deliver that after going to the warehouse..."

A brief silence was experienced, the terrapin probably thinking.

"... Tell you what; I did get some files while I was there and maybe there could be something interesting. Since you first stole from me but then handed the data, I'd say I could reciprocate the generosity."

"Oh aren't you so kind," said Vee jokingly.

"I'm serious," added Donnie. "I wanna keep that trust, Vee. So if I can help you, then I'll do it."

She was frankly surprised by the proposition. That offer did feel like a good step in the right direction, her smile warm.

"Alright, monsieur Donatello. How about tomorrow night, at that music store's rooftop? I feel like this should become the spot for data brokering."

"I'll be there," he answered gently.

As they said their goodbyes and the call ended, Vee still had that smile on her features, somehow melting on her seat. His words and tired tone were still bouncing in her brain, the reality of having someone actually care for her well-being feeling like an unexpected dream... ... If she had to get close to him on a more personal level in order to get what she needed, then so be it. She could play that game.

((Part 7))

[risewisemind]

Seeking a smart & compassionate person to TALK ABOUT THE WORST THINGS IN SOCIETY so okay, I’m up for the job.  Everything put in motion has been altered since you find out where you plateau & then go from there & this is it.  

I plateaued meaning I can’t continue NOT TALKING about what happened as DIRECTLY as possible, many posts an attempt to MODEL how you dampen the trauma, but to me, this trauma has taken up too much of my life already & I don’t care to give it anymore of my time.  The catalyst?!  THE QUICK RESPONSE after years of delaying in order to argue “this is my attempt to be taken care of” but I’ve already been taken care of in the ways that matter. 

I know myself.  I hear my voice.  I will not back down & from now on, everything goes out into the universe which is this crazy internet.  The place that is most scary since you are connected to people who may want to harm you, use you & try to shame you for sick reasons that I now fully understand.  

When the universe gives you a sign : 3 fortunes you listen : THIS IS THE RIGHT ANSWER & so go with it : I didn’t know how to tell this story since the truth HURT MY BODY & HEART but not my brain.  It can’t have my brain. 

A thought pops up & now the body is already in pain

it’s the adrenaline : you get it & it makes you feel powerful but to me, it just hurts my physical body so I have to do something differently 

What is that different thing?  Ummm, just talk about the thing I love the most.  EDUCATION & how to make it better for the students I REPRESENTED because their treatment was NOT OKAY.  WILL NEVER BE OKAY & NEVER WAS TO BEGIN WITH & since I went from above average in health to not being able to sit, stand, walk & breathe & learned how important CONCENTRATION & ATTENTION are in EDUCATION because we live in a sensory pre-frontal experience.

LIFE to me is DOING & what did they do?  DECIDED WHO GETS IN & WHOSE LEFT IN THE RUBBISH BIN when others doesn’t get to decide for you...

What I’ve learned about human nature & it’s the darkest matter out there...

KIDS are ignorant & can’t survive on their own.  It is up to the adults to model behavior that they expect & all the things you shouldn’t do, like lie, cheat & steal.  Adults know kids with disabilities SHOULD NOT BE taught in the hall & the cafeteria & adults know when a child self-harms & is now attacking others there should be a voice that says, “No!”  Why was it different that year?  There was no reason for students not to have a classroom when the VERY ROOM I REQUESTED was converted into an amazing classroom.

You’re asking me what will I settle for & claim to want to negotiate but I doubt that since you know RAPE is a pretty heartbreaking thing to happen & you can blame the victim.  Never even though of myself one of those since I always had amazing support.  IT WAS DRILLED IN ME what A VICTIM IS & what I was witnessing was the end of acceptance : NEVER AGAIN.  90-days to do anything & time doesn’t tick by, it soars.  Speed of light & it’s over & it’s Spring and nothing has been done & life has stopped for those stuck in these past assaults.  What it means to be sexually assaulted : I don’t have a choice anymore but to tell you what it is like so we can have a discussion. 

What is hurting us??  (2) lack of desire to do the right thing.

WHAT HAPPENS WHEN PEOPLE MAKE REPEATED BAD DECISIONS & USE TACTICS like DEFLECTION & DISTRACTION TO AVOID TRUTH?

I’m sharing it

How is one environment like a mini-society & what can be learned from the lessons there?

They stop with the leader.

Or reader?  Why kids have to be taught to read & to love literature & words... 

the very first floe : created Darkest Night, 2016

hOW to share the worst? You have to lose your mind a little, then wait THE PROCESS is not HERE for you since THIS IS ENOUGH : daily news is killing me so why would I complicate when INTERNET CREATES pockets, like the ones I hide my hands in because they do “weird” things & I FELT THAT HURT from people who couldn’t understand...the way they talked about people behind their backs!!!!  The way the door closed as soon as we entered that HOUSE because something was not right.  ACTIVELY HIDING what is supposed to be that presssssure to be perfect & that’s supposed to now mean something else, just like that.  Out-of-the blue.  Do you think I’m blind?  Do you think I’m a moron?  Do you think I’m going to believe another word you say until you EXPLAIN what the fuck you are doing because it’s SUSPICIOUS.  Hindsight is the truth & the shame goes back to you : THE FUTURE FOR ME IS BECAUSE OF THAT MOMENT /THAT CHOICE/ A SPECIAL VIOLATION?!  NOW YOU FUCKING HEAR MY VOICE WHEN I SAID GET OUT of my MOTHER FUCKING HOUSE and isn’t this the same as a SYSTEM fucking up : safety & violence to my body, brain & heart is all that I care about.  What’s wrong with this? & when I get through the rest of “it,” now that I’ve name IT : THEIR SHIT 

Survivor, I hear you, I’m sitting next to you.  You gotta get a little dirty to get clean, those who’ve struggled already know what I mean, a lifestyle that’s the opposite of a dream since I’d rather die than be hurt again.  That feeling on my skin . That’s what was put back in me when YOU LIE & why you do everything right . What!?  Are you above hindsight!? 

This is not an instant sickness with a blurb to describe.  It’s those who live without consequence --they’re the ones who have to hide--meanness was already identified & doing it differently, didn’t want to be treated a certain way about money--& now we get to living : that means snuffing out hypocrisy, hate, evil & ignorance.  It’s the conversation had constantly about difference.

You must treat them like people, too!!  (see how I got out of that zoo)

How you lead, pee-ew!!  Everyone is infected & now everyone is just too SICK.  Take this pill, called “give a shit & do what you said you will” & I’m the one who has to defend a past crime against me!?  And the one who is not chill

LOLOLOLOLOL : never used to do that so that’s a fuck you to you-know-who, techie/non-tech the strength “for good” : gratitude was the answer to change one’s attitude & how many examples did you need?  So going back to my life philosophy, you raped it : these selfish, uncaring & diabolical means to fulfill that need 

Have fuuuuuuun with that : the point of everything & why those flaky relationships have no meaning so that’s how I know all the ways you tried to get away from your past--really had too lil faith in me--why these ptsd memories belong in this dimension, the ones that are triggering me.

Physical & Emotional “follow the process” : be devotional to your SELF, it’s not about mental health but WHO YOU ARE at the core : why you hate yourself or you’re always able to give a little more...the day-to-day is how “mental health” sways & I got to see how someone takes DIGNITY away

LET’S define THAT word : we NEED IT PLEASE

as someone from my past likes to say, you do it “I can’t tell IT anything, a grOWN...”

My answer : you’ve made it very clear what you mean except for all the conversations about how un-grown-up IT is : these are the talks NO WONDER MY BRAIN HURTS : so get it out in stops & spurts, util it’s all gone : then & only then will I write those songs

done with consciousness : TO COMPARE when I’ve had the right rest 

FOCUS 

the dreams in me can’t be believed unless we take abuse seriously.  I’ve seen this idea of trickle down, it doesn’t work in these smaller worlds, it’s all about them them them, well IT IT IT, showed me a stack of cards that didn’t fit his story so had to make something up, using emotionally that was witnessed one time as the guide : as if others bad behaviors would ever justify...

   PAST WRITING

This is my attempt to organize the noise that is ptsd (what sticks & why!?) Like many, I was getting anxious over current events, but unlike others I found it connected to two real-life settings that are triggering me now, this prolonged exposure therapy a useful tool in ptsd recovery after assaults.  This a STEP in  a PROCESS & a way TO HEAL 

Find a way to express the truth | found that way : just doing what I DO

Be truly grateful for what has helped & in this case this modern tool that is mostly magical to me (who knows how it works?) : THE GOLDEN RULE

TY tech : in check, no longer a wreck & don’t have to hide amongst the folds of where I’m catching these triggers & putting them down. 

TODAY I KNOW HOW TO ORGANIZE just one bit of all these pieces bubbling up . . .

   WRITING TODAY 01/31/2018

DATING  is important & does not trigger : able to choose to date or not : date all “first times” & “last times” | Date anything that you don’t question too much 

dating this because I am clear NOW & see how unclear, but mostly able to organize, but leaving IT out since not ready yet [if ever]

You must be ORGANIZED so (a) know strengths (b) know weaknesses (c) learn new skills (d) take infinite risks (e) be courageous with little bits of fear (f) give in on the days that are simply too _____ . You don’t have to make sense since the goal is to get through the night

why is the date the trigger : it’s an ANNIVERSARY : we really don’t understand triggering events happen every year when we appreciate & celebrate happy occasions, right? 

how can pretend now to know?  

this is how you completely blame another person : put self first : dispersed over  🕳 🕳 🕳 🕳 🕳 🕳 🕳 🕳 🕳

When you don’t make sense people think you’re crazy --recent experience with health care specialists have shown me how opinion, expertise & something that is very unique to me, not a thing I FEEL or think about to be honest since I STILL ASSUME people are trying their best & they’re not. 

FLOE GOES HERE

ptsd is a physiological thing : I CAN EXPLAIN IT ALL 

FLOE GOES HERE

How people are not empathetic & what harm that truly does to the BODY & then the MIND or the BODY & then the MIND.  THE BODY is the INDICATOR & thank goodness it exists. 

People are also kind of, well, they make their own conclusions & it’s harmful.  Let’s get back to real discussions, please!!!

Out & about & stuck with a group of people who do not care a lick : I’m stuck & physically SHOWING (shaking, crying, body way OFF, but talking in a regular tone) & now being told I’m triggering when I am not by an expert.  There is truth that after assaults some individuals do not heal & make happy lives, but why is that the automatic assumption?  This is the problem : failure to regroup in a real way leading to lots of fakery that tends to skew the original message: get over it.  TRYING !!!   

Sexual Abuse & Power GO HERE : not the prettiest topic but the one that uncomfortably fits best since we do overlook the effects of crimes of an intimate nature.  I’m going to share what it’s like to GO THROUGH to provide a way for others to say, “Hey, read this” and maybe it’ll be easier to discuss things that aren’t that bad compared to the actual act.  The narrow minded opinion of those who equally admit to not listening & being confused do the most damage since it allows BEHAVIOR based on feelings that don’t have to be explained.  That’s a bit like belief & to just believe without proof of why is a very dangerous place to linger in...it’s like being sucked into an atmosphere your body isn’t used to.  I’ve been hit with a sledgehammer, my breath taken away. 

The blog is to give VOICE to the feelings of ptsd triggers as they happen or shortly after in a “formal reflection.”  I’m demanding more collective interests in SOLVING PTSD & SUICIDES because we are a nation that WANTS TO HELP & HAS THE ABILITY TO in great & small ways.  I woke up from a FOG of ptsd in Nov 201_ & followed my gut & it was the right choice since it showed me HOW GROSS PEOPLE CAN BE.  They stick together & protect for reasons that needlessly hurt others & if that is how they VIEW VIOLENCE I start to question their worst.  If someone does MORE HARM than GOOD...isn’t that a ticking time bomb just waiting to go off in tremendously sad ways?

Find a better way because they showed me it all so thanks Fuckers.  F

Do more to END VIOLENCE by identifying the FEW KIDS in each school who are being bullied & environments of indifference that leave them ISOLATED

DO more to INCREASE ACCESS to CARE, the ARTS, EDUCATION (liberal arts, vocational, big brained specialists) to give options of self-expression especially if they’re not being taught basic LITERACY & left in the back of the classrooms to learn nothing & be treated like a PET

Do everything you can to never lose hope : JUSTICE whenever possible

superheroes don’t actually exist so the justice system cannot fail

DO nothing & have nothing to complain about  --- kind of obvious - - stop being those people that JUST don’t get it & never will.  You are not your image, your income, your car or your “story” because you lie

Be who you are, but don’t try to pretend what you’re not ---like, really

IDENTIFY FAULTY THINKING : snuff out ignorance & indifference whenever it pops up and those who can’t do it, kick em out.  They don’t get to wank off to bank accounts & treat people shoddily knowing they can & NO ONE will question.

EDUCATIONAL REVOLUTION for the kids who want to be TAUGHT HOW TO LIVE in a world where, yes, no one will accommodate you, but you also don’t have to have FEAR & a shit image of self because of someone else.