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.
Phil found one of them in the junk drawer and used it to write down names and phone numbers, ha, you can still read the poem though, tried saying I was the one that wrote on it, and I'm like, that's not my handwriting, which itself would have made a great poem, about handwriting. ha, couldn't he have found something else to write on. I don't want to retype the poem, cuz these were done on an electric typewriter, on small original off-white stationary paper.
ReplyDeletewow, unless it disappears, looks like I can comment now.
ReplyDeleteit may or may not have been sabotage. it's never happened before on my blogs.
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