January 22, 2019
Stress left my body. I'm honestly surprised. The Huntress was having a tough time with friends of her own. Not that I don't like them, but I do feel that they are right. She continues on a topic she likes and dislikes, and often uses her mental disability as a crutch or a wall. I dropped it and just decided to wait for her to get it out of her system. Luckily my stress and anxiety has yet to rise to critical. Almost as if I'm repelling it after I soon speak. Discord was the same after a while, only I've been living up to the lurker status. No one even noticed that I've been silence nor showing very little of activity. I suppose that's how it has to be from now on, until someone notices. They don't talk to me anyway.
Home life seems to turn back to strange. My grandmother had to get a check up once again, only she was late coming home. I was worried, but it wasn't severe. I was only concerned about her driving at night. To add on to the strange happenings, My Aunt is pregnant again. The third child to be exact. I don't know why she can't show self control, let alone practice to take care of two of her children. They're out of her care at the moment with someone else, and she refuses to take them back. She's even talking about giving up her third. That tells you that she's an unfit mother. To be fair, I do hope she does. I may sound awful right now, but she's been acting very neglectful lately. I sure hope that her children will have loving families that will keep them safe.
My imagination seems to be returning as well. I just wish I can find a way to release it. My drawing is far rusty and my writing has been pausing a lot more lately. I hope I can fix it soon.
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The Tigress, The Witch, and The Broken One
Non-FictionA journal that tells a tale of love most poison, choices most hazardous, heart most damaged
