Admittedly, this week I am struggling to keep up. Today is Wednesday, and I have no idea what to write about. Im legit just laying here.

It’s about this time each week when I start to dig for inspiration. Not only in my writing, but also in life. Yesterday marked the 7 day mark that I haven’t left the complex. No one is looking for a no name random personal chef at the moment.

There are very few things that infuriate me to the absolute core. The feeling of being stranded and useless are two of them.

As a grown ass human, I understand that I am not a priority in anyone’s life but my own. It is my responsibility to make sure my needs are met. Currently, I’m doing a pretty shitty job at it. So, I need to fix that.

I am currently extremely mad at myself. I am the one creating this useless feeling inside of me. Reflecting it on others for living their lives is so Pre-teen. Yet, I am struggling to self motivate.

A lot of the issue is wrapped up in my anxiety. Am I going to be safe? Do I need to carry personal protection with me? Will the breaks on the car give out finally, since I’ve been rolling without pads for about 2 months. Life’s fun when you can’t afford $1200 for a mechanic because you live in Wanna-Be California. Instead you risk your life just trying to make a living.

‘Merica!

Guess I’ll go dislocate my shoulder trying to walk a dog that is scared of her own tail. Should be extra interesting since the people next door moved out, and she has already commenced to doing laps out of anxiety. Soon, we will take another adventure into Lunas World. It’s been a minute since I’ve done an update on her.

Apologies for the dissent post today. I really just can’t be assed this early today. -🍋💋