It’s about one thirty pm, Ima have Chamomile at six
I felt a little, kinda, mashed w w people were saying. It wasn’t like malicious or anything, well not the first thing that someone said; it w just a little out there; hell it w a lot out there.
I kinda feel a little like I’ve had my innocence stolen; w|o actually having it taken, I feel. Ima not judge whether this is even real.
In Other News
I may have to redo my Desire section. This is bc I can’t move part of the page w|o moving the text and image as well. I w then have to put it back afterwards and then hope, maybe that it works the way it did before.
Things are progressing. I feel like I’ve gone down a slight rabbit hole w all the improvements that I’ve, I’m being given. The section is done tho now, I feel. Kinda curious to what Ima learn, doing the other sections now. Named a tone of font as well, called it Taylor.
My head is kinda spinning a bit rn. Some things are a total mash; accept it and move on, I feel. Had to go in the men’s toilets as well; w w okay, like no issue; Idek if he k that a lady w in there.
There w this accident on the road; the bus had to go a different way. I w trying to get my shopping home before it went bad. Motorcyclist maybe, police tape everywhere. Boy news travels fast nowadays. I w getting on the bus and he asked me where Ima go and told me that I wouldn’t get there; somehow I had told him about my shopping and he said to get on the other bus. I had like four minutes to jump on it.
Ima think about narcissistic supply as well and wonder if they are all mad, I feel; and that all the f up sh that Ima hear is coming from them. It kinda feels rn like everyone in this Town is a little KEKW.
Things starting to make sense like Sabrina Carpenter saying, every culture needs its eyes. I’ve had enough of this sh, Ima not think about it anymore, I feel.
Ik Ima not judge whether everyone is crackers, bc if I do that then I am. Note wether, not if, I feel.
I touched on a long time ago that not judging w never about saying that that person definitely wasn’t what Ima judge them for; it’s about not knowing whether they are or not, and then just letting it go.
Is the adult mind very cortical, w judgement based on judgement based on judgement, like constructing a reality a bit like a house of cards; maybe. That’s what I’m vying, hoping for, more stability, not ripping all the time; less rips, less severe; eventually a youthful reality that just hold itself fully stable, I feel. Things clearly are moving in that direction and feeling like the firmer the ground gets beneath my feet the more people cough to; not that I give a sh what they say, it goes in one ear and out the other, I feel.
To The Stuff That People Say
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