there are things that happen in life,
where one must choose to think positive and think fast.
like, when you get a flat tire and you are in the middle of murder’s alley,
or when you are at an event and someone shows up wearing the same thing as you.
moments like that when you’re forced to think positive,
because you can cause the energy to shift around you and WHAM!
the shit storm will commenced all over your head.
so when i got a picture message from a vixen checking my mail,
with all the letters from unemployment today,
i immediately went into the “what if…” and “why?” part of my brain.
when they send random letters,
they want you to come into the office for that “let us know what you’ve been doing” shit.
tedious shit,
but if you don’t come in,
they cut your unemployment benefits off.
well i’m 1,146.8 miles away and i cannot go in.
i been trying to think positive all day.
maybe it’s just them trying to catch up?
maybe its worse than that?
who knows.
all i know is i’ll have to call them and tell them the truth of why I’m here.
not much i can do,
but why do i feel so scared to step out on faith?
maybe because when i did,
during these potential shit storms,
god didn’t come through.
could be a reason.
why does it seem easier for other people?
ugh.
let me go look at wolves or something.