Ichy Body

I woke up today after staying up too late. I was talking to people on Hellotalk and fell asleep to piano music.

I talked to a Russian boy about his plans and it's so sad, he's immensely talented and the stress of the world is leading him to want to hermit. I guess all creative get to that point eventually since we need time alone to find our inspiration. He's actually handling it better than I did so, I guess I don't need to worry about him as much.

I made some good progress promoting my Gofundme via email cold calling. I quite enjoy doing this. It's not so hard, it's in the same line as data entry. The hardest part is finding viable emails. I am sure there are better methods to finding emails but I think I'm doing ok. I just got to keep going as long as there is an email list in front of me.

I think my spiritual awareness is really high right now. Not that words mean much anymore. I think, the craziness and debauchery of the world has raped the purity of the mind. When beautiful moments are exploited and flowers petals are not ripped for wishes and the respect of sacrifice, but for the fact the beauty can no longer be perceived by the human mind anymore. We have to see it through a camera lens first.

I saw a subreddit of people "reality shifting" which is basically people escaping into their own minds. So sad. I'm not immune to this world so, I am still a person who goes through these things. And hell, I have done that most of my life, just fucking zone out from the bullshit.

I do acknowledge that I've watched too many Tarot cards. I mean, I can argue that not all tarot card readers are bad, and they aren't but I've just been poisoning my mind for the sake of mental company. People say you should be intentional in your actions, but I think we're all bombarded by too much social media or information that, I don't really think that is as possible anymore? I mean, I am doing my cold calling list. I am pretty confident in that. I am making the most of my time and I don't want to worry about someone playing with cards throwing me off. I don't even hear what they're saying when I am typing or sending emails. They're just background noise.

I'm really calm right now and I have sort of a tentative plan on how to go about my day. My human tasks are:

• Buy Chicken
• Find Bottle Drop Bags
• Go to the Bus station
• Ask for application refund

I know this isn't my dog and I don't necessarily need to do this, but this fucking dog is skinny as fuck. He needs nutrition, look at him

Does the owner not feed him? Yet she goes and travels like 2 times a month and never brings him on the trips... Like Bruh. I swear anyone 40+ is delusional about life and selfish. And he has crazy attachment issues. I should report them but I feel like if I did that, no one will believe me.

Poor little skinwalker...

I got to find the bottle drop bags too, but that would require cleaning this dump.. I need to find a good check point before trying to clean this house.

I am watching Arlan Hamilton which I am finding highly encouraging. I mean, just having a calming voice not... just encouraging but sort of offering tangible proof of success, it makes me feel very hopeful.

I also share her like for biography's and such. I always liked informational books more.