Last I was here was about 5 weeks back, 3 weeks into working at a mental institution and the last time I remember having anything to share. While I was MIA I, met a boy and liked a boy. I met creepy older man who tried to hit on me at work, I turned him down, I didn’t report him, I was too chicken. I signed up for tinder matched with an old acquaintance, gave said acquaintance my number. We talked then said acquaintance ghosted. Boy mentioned above and I made out, made plans then said boy also ghosted. I met old school mates, made new enemies in the form of patients who think they know better, feared for my life, and caught a cold. I started a new series and finished it in a day, discovered I like the smell of rose scented incense and had vivid dreams about a boy I used to write about and dates I think should mean something but don't. I also made a new online shopping account, added things to my cart with no financial capability of clearing the cart but then again, the lord will
Well, this was supposed to be all my hot takes bundled up into one... it's not. This is like a journal, like a support group, I share my life lessons, frustrations and someday I'll share my poetry in hopes that I'll help someone heal, or start the process. It's truly simple to grow when you know you're never alone.