I’m tired of living at home.

And feeling friendless.

What’s stopping me from moving across the world, again?

I never share my personal blog on Tumblr, but today is an exception.

There are 27 million.

Please read this.

Please be aware of what’s going on.

Please don’t just shake your head and scroll past this.

Slavery still exists, and just by knowing a little about it, you can help change the world. You are one voice, and you are one powerful voice when you come together with other voices.

Please visit www.enditmovement.com and pledge to give your voice. Not your money. Not your possessions. Your voice.

When we signed a petition last year about human trafficking and slavery, our voices added up and made it to the White House. There, Obama gave the first speech fully on the issue of slavery since Lincoln.

We are changing the world.

60,000 voices came together Thursday night in Atlanta to shine a light on this. Questions were raised from around the downtown area - what’s that light shining 3 miles in the sky? People saw it from 15 miles away. We roared. We’re not letting this go until it’s over. CNN saw us. They heard us. They shared us with the world.

Please, take a moment to help us. Give us your voice, so that we can help bring freedom and raise a shout for the voices that can’t do it themselves.

Don’t mind me.

Just being protective, here.

No big deal.

SMH.

Why is it harder to regulate my meals when I live at home?

Not that I think I’m suffering from being here, because I don’t think that at all. I’m all about saving money.

But I somehow find it challenging to make plans for my own food… when at home.

Not sure how to describe this.

It doesn’t help that I’m not supposed to have dairy, am fairly convinced consuming meat (in excessive quantities) is harmful, and want to cut out as many processed foods as possible.

I’m high maintenance.

Womp.