It's begun. The zombies are rising from the grave. Zombies who smoke weed, apparently. Twenty years in prison for nine pounds of marijuana. What. a friggin. joke.
My stagnation continues. I can't read again. I haven't been able to read for a few days now.
For the love of crap, I just want everything to be okay. I just want everything to be okay. I've been trying to get over things. And I've been trying to move on. But something always seems to pop up again and it's back to uncertainty. Unless I explicitly state a person's name when complaining about something, I am complaining about a collective. Sure, some people may influence me more than others to make a statement, but I'm really not speaking to anyone in particular.
And I've so been trying to move on. I thought I was in a good place. There's been so much uncertainty. Every time I think everything's okay it goes back to not being okay. Who I was a week or two ago is not necessarily who I am today. Sometimes I just need to vent and get it out there so I can move on. And even though it's out there for everyone to see, I wrote it for me. I've been healing and moving on and getting over but now it feels like I'm back to square one. I'm tired. I'm so tired. Is this cryptic enough. Nobody knows how just how much I want things to be okay. I'm sure I've made my share of mistakes. I can acknowledge that. Now move on. Be okay. Feel peace. For the love of God. please.