6/4/23

For once I actually had a fairly decent day of work. I honestly came in, just not really caring in terms of like, what anyone thought of me. I kinda was just myself, and work pretty much went really smoothly. No complaints for once. If they don't like me or whatever they can fire me. I worry about the most random crap I swear.

Still watching these Youtube videos about Kensington. It's pretty insane how bad it is. A part of me wants to like, go down there and tell people about Hive and stuff. Like put up a bunch of posters and like, leave. I don't know man. It's just tragic. I thank God very much I'm not homeless and in that situation. Those people are just lost. They just seem zonked out, sorta just milling around. Not even always sad, or angry or a distinct single emotion. Obviously this varies and it even varies with sober people. But a large majority of people seem to just be sort of defeated.

Personally, I have felt defeated too. But funny enough, I've actually been at this apartment for over two years. I could not tell you how I did it. Honestly kind of just scratched and clawed. Two years, like overall ninety-five percent on my own. I've had help here and there sparingly. If you take Hive into account I suppose I have had LOTS more help from this awesome community. But still, I did blog curate, throw out some comments etc.

I still have like a lot of bad days. Overthinking a lot. What if this, what if that.

I just want my house, some more kids. Bigger family. Be a good man, set a good example. Accomplish my goals. Grow old. Yeah.

I do want it so bad.

Rant over. Hive on folks.