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We matched online.
After clicking for time.
We exchanged numbers right away.
ASMR, smoothies and happiness in common.
I hesitate sometimes, like on our first virtual date. I don’t feel good enough for you, I feel like you can do better.
You tell me I’m beautiful and I don’t believe you.
New is the name.
Night.
The heat is nice during the daytime, I can open my windows and enjoy the breeze.
However, you fucking disrespectful cunts smoke weed, and the pungent smell lingers through my windows, into my home.
Then you have the audacity to complain and tweet #WhereisBorris? Where is your fucking manners?
I don’t recall stating I’m happy that you smoke weed outside and encourage it to linger around! Honestly, would you like it if I poured bleach all over your dwellings? Do you like the smell of bleach with a hint of lemon?
I had to close my window, all of them!
I had to sit inside with the ever-increasing heat and the decreasing coverings of clothes from my body.
I dislike your disregard for my need for fresh cool air.
Just because you wish to fill your lungs with shit, does not mean that I share your style of living.
Heat!
When you create a small flame to light the end of your death stick.
Heat!
When its summertime in the United Kingdom and the sun is shining.
Heat!
When I must shut all my windows to prevent your addiction flowing through my space.
Heat!
My temper right now, I’ve had enough.
I picture a Sunday morning I wake up with you.
You’re so interesting, I would like to know everything about you.
From your crazy hair to the deepest thoughts that invade your mind.
After COVID19 has left our lives, I want to become a part of your time.
Thank you for calling last night…
I messed up yesterday, the day before that and last week if I’m being honest – a matter of fact.
I was supposed to be working on three short stories, but I’ve been doing nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
I’m constantly bombarded with the problems of others and it drains my energy and blocks my creative output.
It’s easy for many to say, ‘Don’t answer the phone, ignore them!’ but it’s hard for me to do. I realise now, I’m going to have to if I want to succeed in this life.
This is crazy, I try to be here for everyone, but it ends up meaning that I’m never here for myself.
I like when we talk but I hate waiting until evening.
I wanna see you now, but Rona said NO!
I feel kinda alone in my lil box home and no amount of time on video calls, seem to make loneliness feel gone.
Tuesday
I’m alive, I’m grateful.
Did I wake up, or was I still asleep?
Was I drinking last night, or did I just sleep?
When did our friendship die, I remember 10 months ago but it feels like recently?
Can you break through the wall that leads up to my heart and resuscitate me?
Was I horrible to you in a previous life?
Do you love my voice more than you love my soul?
Are we still aware of one another?
‘There’s really no end, there’s really no beginning.’ – Jhene Aiko
I woke up at 0430 (GMT)
I woke up at 0730 (GMT)
I woke up at 11:30 (GMT)
I woke up at 1539 (GMT)
I woke up at 17:03 (GMT)
Currently, I’m sitting up in bed watching another episode of ‘My 600lb Life.’ While eating a homemade Biscoff cheesecake.
I woke up at 0400 (GMT) showered, smeared olive oil over my body, dressed and went out.
At 0600 (GMT) I walked through the entrance of a supermarket and purchased the following:
I packed everything into one grey backpack, a cooler bag and a large eco-friendly bag. I carried everything home, disinfected the fridge and packed everything away.
After I ate the Quorn ‘chicken’ burgers, I remembered I had forgotten to purchase icing sugar. I ventured back out and after 45-minute walk, I ended up at a 4th supermarket – apparently, everyone is baking and they’re all sold out. However, in the 4th store, I found icing sugar.
Another chunk of time elapsed and there I was watching ‘My 600lb Life,’ via YouTube and drifting to sleep.
I woke up a short while ago and saw two missed calls from Mother. Followed by a WhatsApp message about Ozark on Netflix. Currently, I’m typing up a brief account of my day, eyes slowly closing…
I woke up feeling amazing this morning. I can’t explain or recall why.
There’s a trace of that feeling loitering around my ability to do nothing but watch YouTube videos.
Help me…
Early this morning I dreamt about a man (face unseen) his lips came close to my right ear and he whispered to me…
Daily.
I’m lazy on a Saturday because I wake up at 4 am, I ponder around my bedroom and I dream of some intriguing men.
Writers, Creators and even Brownie Bakers.
I see the originality in life as it is.
I dream about many because creative writing is my biz, Ha-ha! See what I did?
Say cheese Unique!
Creative writing is my heartbeat – I love you WordPress!
I wanna break you into four pieces and place your body into a pot.
Hot water will bubble and boil out your soul.
I’ll add essence to your existence and flavour you with hope.
I never said no to your hunger, I said no to your shit pot of nothingness.
A piece of fried shit-stirring herself into a shits arse.
You know who you are, you know who you are.
Ma-mav-is BITCH!
