An Inconceivable Year

I wanted to get myself something that would encompass this year (so far) for me. I wanted something to remember this absolutely inconceivable year. The only word that unequivocally sums it up for me is “fuck.” This year is fucked up. This year is fucking exhausting. This year is fucking tragic, fucking lonely, fucking hopeful, fucking beautiful, all at the same fucking time. Fuck has always been my favorite “profane” word. Maybe I got that from my parents pretty early on, but it has stayed that way because it truly is the most inclusive word. Fuck yeah. Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck off.
2020, you’re fucked.

@ryleecameron

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