Dear diary,
I am still blogging in private mode as I realize that I am nobody among an infinite number of souls. While I would like to be popular, I’m really going nowhere.
I would have loved to do stuff other than blogging. But because my heart rate is elevated when I get really anxious, I don’t wanna get ill. I cannot afford to get ill.
I don’t wanna end up in someone’s care and be all helpless and a burden to society. I wanna do good but have a bad behavior too, being a liberal potty mouth of all sorts.
With that said, I’m a Christian. I’d like to fight back but I’m broke. I don’t wanna stress my elderly daddy who is gonna be eighty years old.
The poor guy misses his wife terribly and I don’t wanna add anymore stress to him on account of my decisions. I noticed that my decisions are in a reversal or inverted like a Pentagram.
So whatever I say or do, I would prefer to leave my decisions up to my daddy and good counsel, which I cannot afford. I should have listened to my daddy NOT to make a big deal. I hope they throw out my complaint, because she said one time: IT’S NOT FAIR.
I know. I hope God can forgive her. Amen.
Sincerely,
Flynn B.
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