Two am is a weird time where every bad decision you’ve made, every heartbreak you’ve experienced, every dumb thing you’ve said, suddenly comes to mind. And you run through all the “what-ifs” and your mind races until you’ve exhausted yourself into slumber.


I don’t understand how all Muslims are called terrorists because of what one group of 19 extremist men did 13 years ago.

But white people aren’t called terrorists when they invaded their countries, killed millions of civilians, when they shoot up schools, shoot up movie theaters, and kill random POC. Isn’t that something.