And on op of everyhing he leer is broken on my keyboard

this issue was written with the assistance of autocorrect + significant finger to keyboard pressure.

So much has happened in the last few sun rising, setting, moon dancing cycle. I’m not calling it days anymore because what is time – or at least the point of it, right now.

left my keys at home

ran out of petrol

tried to carry too many shopping bags at once

burnt toast

I spilled coffee on my shirt.

couldn’t go into work anymore

couldn’t see my friends

could only see my boyfriend

my house is so big but there’s not enough space for the two of us

worried i might kill him

or this will fast track us getting sick of each other

couldn’t eat at my favorite restaurants

couldn’t visit my nanna

worrying bout the world

worrying about the people more worse off than me

And then on top of everything else, the letter t on my keyboard broke.

everyone thinks I’m either drunk or stupid or lazy 🙁