Hobbies
Yesterday I set my alarm for 7.30am, purely to wake up early to do Hobbies for an hour before my day started. I did 20 minutes of colouring-in in a book called Cosy Corners. I also managed to do an hour's worth of knitting in the day but the attempt feels pathetic, even though it wasn't. If I had knitted an entire jumper I'd have been happy, I thought. I think. I'm just so consistently unsatisfied, frustrated, in pain either mental or physical, or being abused and tortured by MI5. I have complained - them through me. Them complaining and asking for help on my behalf when they themselves are the abusers, knowing nobody will help me. Anyhow enough. - I'll put you off my blog forever...
This morning they will, hopefully have me at my Hobbies again. I would rather that than watching the screen in my contact lenses for hours barely moving. That's truly horrible. I hate them. Someone get me out of here.
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