Unaffiliated
Deciding, again, to be strong and not so blabby.
Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather.
RT @HotAmishChick: I can’t believe you don’t know who churned this butter!
…and, I’m going to stop feeling sorry for myself. (Click on photo for story.)
I saw a news report of a boy, Peter Zwart, who walks around his neighborhood every day selling brownies his mother makes and vegetables from his garden. He’s raising money for his friend, Emily, who has been sick in the hospital with a rare disease. He is only 5 years old.
Why does he do it?
“Because I love her. She’s nice and she used to sit by me.”
His kindness GMH.
I’m stuck.
I can’t get out of the rut of negative, pessimistic, hopeless thinking. Thinking I’ve ruined my life, that I’ll never be happy.
Every option open to me sucks. The options I do find appealing aren’t available.
I’m at the point where I don’t do anything because I just think I’ll suck at it, anyway, so why bother.
I’m gonna have a bath and read for a while.
Job prospects are depressing me.
Purple eyeshadow - check. Light-up skull earrings - check. It’s Hallowe’en!