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It is now July 1st 2020!
Reflecting over the previous month, I admit to myself that I haven’t read as much as I had intended. I felt awful, as the only way to improve my writing is to read more – and I’ll be the first to admit, my writing is treacherous.
You’ve stopped drinking Corona beer through fear of catching COVID19, in other words, your ignorant mind has convinced you that COVID19 has been lingering for years upon years around the world, in bottles! That many people have been buying and consuming long before the COVID19 pandemic.
During my daily walk, I see you, I see many of you walking around like no virus exists. I see you standing right next to strangers or walking by them so closely, that you’re inches apart! Only a few inches.
COVID19 is still taking lives away from our Earth.
You’re out wandering around the streets, it’s more than essential travel! How do I know? Because I see you, I’ve seen you like zombies!
COVID19 is still present and raging through our earth.
Yet, you walk aimlessly around in close contact with everyone, not a care in the world.
They may not have used the Nightingale hospital straight away, but it does not take an expert to see that they will be busy in a matter of weeks.
Social distancing markers on the floor but only a small percentage adhere to the rules. I went out this morning to purchase essentials:
I arrived at the shop at 9 am, opening time. While adhering to social-distancing rules, 3 people came along and casually started browsing in the same box I was standing within – I had been in the shop for about 20 seconds.
I want this to be over as much as everyone else, but not at the cost of even more people dying – additional deaths because ignorant, selfish, detrimental people think that ‘easing lockdown’ is equal to the end of COVID19.
Coronavirus is roaming around our earth, invading people, choking them by filling their lungs with mucus and unfortunately, ending some lives. All because some of you are ignoring the rules and doing whatever you feel like – the sun is shining, let’s go outside and mingle. Let’s socialise and fuck the 2-metre social-distancing rules, I can stand/walk where the fuck I like.
‘It’s summertime bitches!’
Let’s play Russian Roulette with everyone’s lives!
Don’t worry about dying, we clap for the NHS every Thursday at 20:00.
You’re not screwed into a wall, as I move you from room to room, infrequently.
I write on you in various colours, mainly blue as blue is my favourite colour.
I often notice scratches left on the wall I once leaned you against, aghast on my face, as a tenant I’m disgraced – in my head that is. I wonder if my landlord will deduct £5 off my deposit for wear and tear?
Almost every time I start I write at the top of you in black ink ‘W/C 3RD MAY 2020 – TODO!’ was the last thing I titled you.
Rests below, dutifully so.
I list the number of things I must complete ASAP for my degree. Only, I never complete them on time. I like writing on you.
I enjoy spraying you and rubbing you out!
Lately, you have this unyielding power to inflict emotional pain through me, via the medium of reminding me that I’ve not completed anything on your list. Sometimes, I will move you away, so I don’t have to see you unless I happen to frequent the room you’re situated in.
I cheat. Because I will happily type up a new list and print it off, duplicate it in all three of my diaries…come back next week and do it again.
I promise to spray you down and clean you up, I promise I’ll do that today.
So I understand from the female voice that you flirted with a girl from Sainsbury’s and it must have been some charming words used, as your girlfriend goes on to state, ‘you don’t tell me I’m beautiful.’
Right there, was a sign of her insecurities but you never provided her with any comfort. You replied, ‘you fucking stupid bitch! I’ll fucking go to my mums, you fucking whore! You’re the one sleeping with all the men you see, fucking tramp.’
I heard you slam the same door repeatedly, then you growled. I assume she remained in one spot, as her sound never seemed to move. However, yours went through your living space. She screamed, ‘I don’t care anymore.’ You responded by shouting over her, ‘the thing is yeah, you’re a fucking stupid bitch and I can do better than you. I only told the girl she looked good; everyone needs compliments during lockdown. I don’t need a dumb bitch like you in my life. Shut the fuck up!’
Her cries continue and after a few more fights with multiple inanimate objects, you slam the front door. I heard the lock turn…
A few moments pass and her crying turns into sobbing on the phone to her friend. I form the assumption that this particular friend has heard it all before, as your girlfriend shouts, ‘What would you know? You’re not understanding what I’m saying, this is a different situation, it happened today!’
It’s around 0100 I know you’ve returned as she’s moaning, no, not the crying she was doing earlier. She’s moaning in sexual delight, you’re silent! Apart from the odd pleasurable grumble…
It’s a new day, I think this is the first day you both made it past 12 hrs before fighting, again. A glass is broken, let’s assume it was glass from dinner? I hear you shouting (yet again,) ‘Who the fuck is gonna want a skanky, dirty, fucking hoe like you?’
The day after that, I hear the police arrive, only they knock the wrong door – I hope you heard them state, ‘we are here following a report of domestic violence.’