Its 5am here…I stayed up all night waiting to hear news on Morgan, knowing I wouldn’t sleep until I knew, and now I wish I would have just forced myself to sleep because now I feel so sick I’m not sure how I’ll ever manage rest with this weight on my chest.
What are we doing? At the end of the day, what are we really doing to these creatures? The scheming, the manipulating, the way they see Morgan as fresh DNA for their breeding program and not a whale that needed help, but now needs to be returned to where she rightfully belongs. Why is there this need to take ownership of everything? To put a claim upon it? We need more whales, we need to make more money. They don’t fucking care, they don’t fucking get it, I’m so…so tired of how much it hurts when shit like this happens, and its moments like these that I wonder if anything I do does even one ounce of good, or if I’m only fooling myself.