I don’t want to say anything Might jynx it

And a little depressed. I might have said this elsewhere but I moved in with the essentials I could fit into my tiny car. I basically had nothing My sister, my mum, and SSI backpay replaced what I had lost. After escaping from my ex in a week, and Petaluma with books, shelves and ornaments…

The only thing I like about this photo.

I’ve been sorting and organizing. Replacing items I used to have. My physical therapy routine will begin when I haven’t been buzzing around tidying it up!

And have been tidying and sorting all day. So no selfie. But Tabitha did take to my bedding basket.

I’m testing out make up. Mostly lipstick though my subtle charcoal wasn’t so subtle. Did a good job with under eyes. Which is hard to tell but looked worse before! Frankly I love the shade but feel this one makes me look like a theatrical impression of a whore! I tried blotting I tried another…

I am desperate. I died in July. Twice. From a suicide attempt. I looked like a sci fi drawing 7 tubes in my body. My legs a bit strapped up. They tried so hard. So though death was preferable I made God a promise. But my stalker doesn’t want me to keep it. A couple…

My “subtle enhancement” might be too little Maybe I’m not quite doing much!

Lamictol can cause a potentially fatal rash. It takes about 8 weeks to a month to clear up and really you should spend that time in a Burn Unit of an ICI The rash spread quickly in me If it follows the course it will blister – potentially inside. And if it blisters inside I’m…

Just less of one I just received cat furniture that looks uncomplicated to build. But there are a lot of instructions and I can’t keep track of them. Another day, maybe another person. I’ll get past “instructions failure” eventually. It’s my PTSD this time. So could be worse I suppose.