Bank on Robyn

March 4, 2026

I’m a little early on the St. Patrick’s Day references, but it’s cool lol. How are y’all??

I feel like spring is trying to show its legs, and that does excite me. Life just gets great with good weather, am I right? How can you keep an attitude with sun glistening through your windows? I really shouldn’t ask, I know it’s easy to say “fuck all this” right now, excuse my language.

It is so easy: it’s just been a little too much, and can you believe that we were right the whole time? I think I’m more shocked by the details. Because,

• Of course they’re evil.
• Of course they’re liars.
• OF COURSE they’re criminals.

Like, I can’t stress this enough. They STOLE this bitch lmao, and had the audacity to call it thanksgiving. I’m just saying. They enslaved people. Fed them to alligators.

like..

I’m not one to believe that history repeats itself. I think what goes unchecked, what gets swept under the rug; over time, has a way of erupting. Of blowing the fuck up. And that’s what we’re seeing. You can’t do fucked up shit, and then pretend like shit is sweet because you supposedly…

Well, what the fuck did they do to remedy that?

Y’all don’t notice we have consistently had issues to protest, reason to feel outraged. I hate that saying too:
that “it’s always something.” Well, don’t we make the something?? We didn’t have to do any of this, do we get that? Like. I’m just through. Worst of it all, is they’ve never actually fixed shit we ask for. It’s honestly astonishing. I’d love to say they attempt to distract us, and they don’t want us to rise up but no. We can’t even claim to be clueless when we’ve remained complacent. That’s all there is to it in my honest opinion. But this is about that pot lmao.

Fuck this rainbow, am I right lmaoo.

Alright, mini life update: back in the apartment after staying at my mom’s house for three weeks. Trying to get my feet back under my legs, trying to get back into routine. I don’t know what February had in its breakfast, but it definitely took a shit in my cheerios. Everything just managed to simultaneously fall apart at once. I can’t even say fall apart, look at what the fuck is going on. Like. A rat is miniscule in comparison, but beyond that. Career and finances specifically: I can’t keep going like this. Better yet, I don’t want to. I would love to finish decorating my home. I’d love to fill my fucking tank up. Yet, somehow, that’s too much to ask for.

I’m fucking astonished bro, I got to keep it a stack.

They managed to do all that trifling as shit while people, fucking kids’ bro, die of hunger, succumb to homelessness: it’s disgusting. Fuck. I ain’t got it today.

I don’t have the ability to critically analyze, I just don’t have it. For today’s money talks post, I want you to take a look at your own bank account. Not an actual bank, your personal bank.

I need a deposit of self-pity.

I know everyone’s saying it, and its facts. Time to care for ourselves!
Bank on Robyn is here to provide an open space to vent, envision, & support each another; however, we can be. It’s always scary, but there was always this “unknowing’ sense, now we know…

My only hope is that the true pot of gold at the end of all this, is one filled with truth, goodness, you know the shit that they said we’d live by.

SICKKKK–

I’ll be back sooner than later, until next time.

k bye

Robyn