You know,

[beccatoria]

I mourn for the death of my nation. I mean really, what the fuck is wrong with you? Everyone despises you. You're like, the one place it's fine to spit at. All the things I love about you may as well be gone for the amount people are willing to listen. Fuck being your advocate, you enabling, apathetic, exhausting, blind, beautiful, vast, tearstained, heartbreaking country.

I hate you, you gagged me. I'm an apology. And yes, that's me, that's me, I do that. I say the words, I put myself there. What else am I supposed to do? It's not like it's *right*, it's not like I can fight that corner.

I hate you, you gagged me, I'm not your advocate.

Fuck me, have my heart and my empty threats.

hwyl a fflag, America, mi wyddost yn dda, unwaith