2025 Entry
Through countless tears, emotional outbursts full of yelling, screaming, and crying, I have finally finished my 2025 memoir entry. As the years go on, the entries get darker and angrier. As I continue to learn about the world around me and develop my opinions, I cannot help but be angry and go through the stages of grief. I refuse to reach acceptance, as that would mean there is no more fight in me or those around me. Acceptance would mean there is nothing more we can do, and we are at our peak, which I refuse to believe. With anger in me, there's passion behind, with grief, there's love for the country and world, despite how I write. I fight because I love my country, and I disagree with it right now. I love what we stand for. This is proof that I am still active in this fight.
It’s the first month of 2025, and I’m wondering if we will survive. I’m asking if I’m going to be alive by the year's end. Everything is turning into a potential crime. Trump is the president yet again, and already he’s starting to rule by fear so that he can collect tears over the next few years. I’m doom scrolling, and the clips are rolling. The media is being patrolled because they are losing control, afraid of what we might uncover, so much so that they are trying to tell me who I can’t have as my lover. I’m searching for hope and inspiration, maybe it’s out of desperation. I look back to my past, that’s sort of in a cast, calling out to GOD someone, I never thought I’d speak to again, I’m looking for his nod of approval to partake in removal of an evil no one thought would return. Take a seat for a moment and watch history repeat. Learn from the past, but we need to do it fast, for this chance may very well be our last. No longer are we the land of the free and home of the brave; instead, we’re the land of the caged. We need to make a stand; someone, please, lend a hand. Ten months deep shutdown after shutdown, we are no longer united, no one can agree on anything, it’s our 250th year, it seems like our empire is about to expire. Democracy has long been gone; the only thing we the people can agree on is that there are no kings! We fought, and we fought to escape the monarchy; here we are turning into anarchy! Trump has said over and over again he’d make sure no one would have to run for president again. The things he’s getting away with, this is no state of democracy! In my 22 years, I’ve never seen the country this distressed, this divided, as if Civil War 2 is around the corner. Everything is now political; all we hear is "Free Palestine, "ICE is here, "There was a shooting…" "X amount of individuals dead, and X amount injured." It is tough to stay positive and shine a light when it all just feels like night, not the one in shining armour, the one full of grief, fear, and tears. Flying is no longer safe, as they laid off a bunch of employees, and the ones who weren't laid off were on strike because they weren't getting paid. Collisions in the air, it’s not fair. Tariffs are the new parrots- loud, repetitive, and trained to repeat whatever their master decides. The country is on fire. I wish it were satire. The ashes tell stories, embers still burn. If we insist on repeating history, let us learn, maybe then we'll have concern. We're in a dark chapter, "The revolution will be televised, you picked the right time, but the wrong guy." Words famously said by Kendrick Lamar at his half-time show. I'm exhausted from the year, tired of sitting back quietly and listening politely. DEI was taken away, they think that's ok. They told us that was progress, erasing equity, and called it fairness. People talk the talk but can't walk the walk, causing chaos. In reality, if we held a seance, they’d be rolling in their graves, saying we’re no longer brave. I started this year in fear; my pillow soaked up my tears. I end it full of resentment and disdain. We need to repent, for we're all in pain.
