cellini's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm not ok Just when I think I'm ok, I'm not. After a week of reading through the secret chat logs of the organizers of 8/12 here in Ch@rlottesville, I thought I was good. A few hours into a date with this Thai woman, we started talking about what I'm doing at work lately. And it all bubbled over. I tried to tell her what I'm researching and learning about and tears started to pour down my face. I was trying to tell her about my new assignment and what I'm learning about event planning by neo-Nazis and I just cracked. I started crying right there at the bar. I'm not ok. I'm not ok. I'm not ok. 1:47 a.m. - 2018-02-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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