I hate how when just one friend sets me off it makes me feel unsafe with all of them. They didn't even fucking mean anything by it, but now I can't stop crying and I can't breathe and all I can fucking think about is my whole home on fire as I desperately try to get my family evacuated in the middle of the night because they didn't fucking believe me when I said we needed to leave that morning. I can still smell the smoke and feel the hot ash in my eyes and how even though it was the middle of the night everything was so fucking bright- my shoulders are permanently fucked up from lifting our belongings into the back of the truck. I can't be near a fucking campfire without wanting to cry. But yeah, sure. Wildfires are so cool. Fucking apocalyptic weather brought on by climate change is something to gawk at like a tourist. Right.












