There’s a yellow moon in the sky, never a good sign. It gives false hope to people (people like me) that the moon is indeed made out of cheese.
What really frustrates me right this second is the people who don’t need the help/support, don’t lift a finger or do anything in this world. Yet they somehow manage to get everything served to them on shiny gold plates and hand fed grapes by monkey butlers.
I struggle and try to do everything in my power to get somewhere in this world. And what do I receive in return? A big slap in the face with a smelly fish. Since I have been able to, I have always had a job and worked hard in my studies. Now I am unemployed and have to accept that I need to go on jobseekers, ‘They’ have deemed it impossible. I am pregnant and willing to work until I drop if needs be because a bare table equals empty tummies. Long story short (I’m sure you don’t want to hear about my on-going battle for justice with jobcentre plus) I have to wait a few weeks until any help is advised to me.
Oh life. It is a funny thing. But I am so lucky I have an amazing family around me to support me through these hard times. Very, very lucky.
I am going to put my feet up as it has been a busy day packing and try and distress from all the nonsense that is causing mischief in my brain.