A Bit of Everything: From Late-Night Noise to Blogging Therapy

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Update: Finally, the idiots next door decided it was time to go to bed. Rejoice! But seriously, have some common decency and turn down your music if you’re not ready to sleep. No one cares about your music but you. Absolutely no one.

On a different note, I’ve found that blogging is really therapeutic for me. I’m not great at voicing my thoughts, emotions, and feelings out loud. My brain never stops—constantly filled with loud thoughts and endless chatter. Writing helps me get these thoughts out and find some happiness and relief.

Being introverted, I tend to live in my books and in my head, often replaying past conversations and thinking of things I could’ve said differently. 🤷🏾‍♀️ This blog might be random and all over the place, but it’s my space to lay down my thoughts and ramblings.

I’m trying my best to come out of my shell, even at OMG 😱 36 years of age. It’s hard, but I’ve realized people suck ass. They’re horrible—maybe I’m just not lucky enough to find the good ones. Except for my boy Mark, man, I miss you so much. Starting over is hard and challenging, but I’m really trying to get a good-paying job and get that Maltipoo puppy I’ve always wanted. It used to be Golden Retrievers, but I’m short, and those dogs are big. I don’t want to be dragged down the street looking embarrassed 😂.

Sometimes, I feel like I’m just going through the motions and surviving. I feel lost, and maybe 🤔 finding like-minded people will change my mind. That goes for a nice gentleman as well because, let’s face it, I have a nonexistent love life. The ones I seem to attract are idiots, and I’m never doing online dating again.

Well, that’s it for tonight at 2:14 in the morning. I’ll read my smut books until I KO 🤨😜🤪🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️😏


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