...THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE... (I HOPE...) THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE...
... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ... my "Keep In Touch" pages ...
A Journal of Sorts
"you passed your sell-by date
you're made up too shiny today
it's so much trouble
thoughts are just pissing away
it's so much trouble
a new typeface, a new day
it's so much trouble
you can't remember ten minutes ago"
~ Blur ~
and I am a blur... numb... seeking fog...
dragging myself through yet another devastating betrayal... hanging on to hope and who I am in spite of the overwhelming evidence that my beliefs are wrong, or at least dangerous for me in this world at this time...
I spent the day over at Mina and Florey's helping Mina's boyfriend clean up the place cuz Mina's coming home from the hospital today and needs the place as clean (dust-free and chemical-free) as possible cuz she has serious asthma and allergies and complications... focus on other people's challenges and maybe my own will pass without too much damage and minimal permanent scar tissue forming... maybe... it's still very challenging here...
loss of freedom, of space, of cleanliness, of privacy, of healthy lifestyle and diet, of professional job search capabilities... and long term loss of income and rebuilding life... this shall linger... this cruelty does some long term damage... I wonder if this somehow helps the people who did this to me... or is their karma or energy or soul even more damaged by their cruel actions... I did nothing wrong and hurt nobody, heck nobody was even there and I left the place cleaner and in better repair and safer than it was before I got there... get over it... maybe I need to rant a bit... but at whom?... I'm still not exactly sure who put me on the street...
still, it hurts... and here I am
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