just a combination of many things, social media, no free speech, after all the time I've spent, Phil's diagnosis, my fight for justice inching on 30 years of fighting, and seeing no light at the end of tunnel, thinking I'm doing it all myself, and can't get a simple reply of encouragement. plus I do everything to access, and getting burnt out so often, they made fun of me about that too, when so many people are like me. you think you got me figured out, think again! I've decided to stay on my blog, and keep Messenger, and the internet, but no social media posts anymore, but I haven't deleted any account.
I was living with my grandparents, my dad's on Arlington, Davenport. where was Ronnie. he may have been in kindergarten. and then after some time, we were back in DeWitt, the two-tone green van, and sleeping in it to pick up my dad from Oscar Mayer 2nd shift. the kindest, and they say it matters, kindergarten teacher, "We've got puppies." Really? her face was better than t.v.
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