Living this life I live, I noticed that a lot of people tend to say the phrase "Its not my problem" well of course its not your problem, and quite frankly I never ask for it to be my problem. Media forces so much on Health care and jobs and Kloe and Lamar's marriages I often wonder if any of "those" people step out of there pose mags and taken a reality stroll down any street that begins with a letter or number. As you know living in the United States of America if you live on a street that's a letter or number your in fact in the greatest "hood" you could ever find.
Moving on....
So for the past few nights I've have a strange person or persons knock on my door around two and three in the morning. What do they want? Ask me do I care. I'M TRYING TO SLEEP!!!! So I press ignore on my feelings and roll over. It bothers my 6 year old however. Sorry LadyBug. So whomever you are. Please STOP! Thanks a bunch. How am I doing you ask, well thank you so kindly for wondering. My life sucks! LOL.
Currently employed however haven't attended work in quite sometime thanks to that oh so "helpful" man that works at tri rail so was in fact "doing his job" thanks to you I have no source of income and even though bills have been paid for the month of Sept, what shall I do for the remaining months of my lease and .... well my life. Yes I've been traveling to the library everyday in hopes that, with all the resumes I send out, somebody ANYBODY will call me and say "Yes we would love for you to work with us and the pay is xx.xx/hr" I find that only happens maybe once a month and out of pure ignorance I declined that one job, because well my "current" job is how you say.... difficult to work around.
So what do I do? I stress a man who once loved me and thought of the world of me. Wanting to marry me. Like all men at some point or another, like all relationships they have there ups and downs and true at the time I behaved like a mad woman... well that's because I was mad, our relationship has come to a halt. Yet and still this man calls almost everyday and every night even though I ask him not to. Am I mad or is this man crazy? Maybe I like crazy. Maybe because I am crazy. Either way it goes. God (whatever faith it resides in) will see me though this. God has too.
I find myself a true believer. Not because my "mom" brought me up in a church, no not at all, she wasn't a church go-er but the fact I pray to God this morning walking down the street and before I could each my destination a pray was answered. Now the man that I speak of might have been talking to much and it is true what is said "you let somebody talk enough their true nature will show" his was still on the fact that I was looking for working closer to home. So I thank you God.
Sign - Dysfunctional and Bipolar living in Florida.... Go figure.
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