I’m eating a salty vanilla chocolate fudge ice cream cone topped with peanut.. –Sigh- I hate it. When are things going to taste sweeter. We only live till we die. But we don’t know when that is. Therefore we need to live our life to the max. It takes time but the table needs to turn soon. All the little things here are making my heart weep.
I went to the hospital yesterday. The girl I’m with have a kid that I didn’t know about. Her baby girl is 9 yrs old and looks extremely healthy but inside she’s delicate. Her white blood cells are replicating faster than her red blood cells they say. I didn’t know how to talk to her mother about it. What I mean is that I’m a drastically awful speaker when it comes to emotional talk. Pouring my emotions out is not as simple as reciting the ABC’s. Emotional talk is like a foreign language to me. Hard to speak and to understand, yet I don’t want to learn it. So I just sat there quietly with her mother as she spoke and poured her heart out to me. I’ll have to say it’s not the most comfortable feeling. But eh, I couldn’t really do anything.
I also adopted a new friend. I call him Jolly. I guess I got him because his belly read “have a good day.” I probably need the reminder. Don’t know why I do. Too tired to think now. I need a snack. I might go night walking in search of some. I'm going to turn this table myself.
P.S. They don’t have ice cream mochi here!
~Hearts, Hugs, & LOLs
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