I've to almost force myself to eat the last couple days because the first thing that happens to me during stressful times is loss of appetite and I don't much care at that moment but I feel it when a cavity inside me makes itself known through a sudden shot of hunger pang which I then forget because I remember how depressed I am.
At times like these I realise what a skeptical I can be because of my tendency to think of every possible scenario and trying to figure out a solution to it, and all my scenarios are pessimistic.
My brother told me to be positive and to think only in the direction of how I'm gonna ace this situation but in the words of Logan, you gotta be realistic.
What ain't realistic however is my sacrificing of all meals at the altar of stress and dilemma.
I am looking at the mess we are in from many angles and each time I get stuck at my cats.
What am I going to do if I can't bring them back?
Seeing how the flights are so few and all have animal restrictions I cannot figure out an answer to this problem .
I'm hoping that in the next few months perhaps situation will better, but that's just being naive, but then again optimism doesn't always hurt.
I cannot believe that we are in second year of this shit, with vaccines running in our veins fucking our system and yet nothing is resolved still.
I cannot also believe that our countries have the worst air bubbles.
I am so upset I could almost cry which I have repeatedly over the last couple days because fuck this.
No comments:
Post a Comment