And How are you guys?

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 provide. I got a new game to play on my phone, discovered how to make a cake treat in the microwave (thanks tik tok) and watched myself on a documentary.

 I had flashbacks and anxiety attacks all because of one event that occurred in November of the previous year, I cried I sobbed but most importantly, I bought a bottle of wine to heal the trauma. Side note: wine just makes you nasty it heals no pain. I sent the same set of booty pictures to different people and made promises I’m not sure I can keep all in one sitting with a straight face and  a wine bottle in bloodstream

Acquaintance came back said he had lost his phone or something like that, it hasn’t been the same since. All that connection and talk and plans have gone with the wind, all those things we could have done I buried in the dirt. It almost feels like I was conjuring up spirits cause law and behold said boy also came back, something about having a lot going on in his life, honestly?? I could care less. No literally though I wish I cared less about this one but I do. I'm butt hurt but we keep it gangster, us bad bitches don't cry.

Anyway, I have a new fixation, I got my vaccine, almost died from period pains + side effects, made it out alive only for anti vaxxers to tell me I’m gonna die. Only for this scientist dude to say there are more variants. I’m tired. I finally got around to buying my first set of acrylic paint today, and that has been the most exciting thing about these last five weeks. There is always so much to be said, but today there is no strength. I gave all of it to my work and I don’t think I have much left to give to you guys. This is not a masterpiece.

And now that you are all caught up, how have y’all been??