Today my mind is quiet. Nothing has peaked my interest except reading about the new kind of beauty. Excessive plastic surgery, not my thing really!
Walked yesterday a long time climbed a small mountain hill, and on yesterdays topic of the environment I have this pet peeve. Picking up your dogs poo, then throwing the bag in the bushes or trees even.
People think, well I should say I think people think my life is great as I do not work, as I am on disability. Well it doesn't. I am filled with guilt and sometimes hatred for myself. I am bored and I am scared. Most of the time I am alone.
I am hopped up on medication, without I cannot really get out of bed, I am surrounded by opinion of said meds.
This is beginning to sound gloomy so I am out with nothing really said.
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